The night came, and everyone returned to their rooms to sleep. Alan took the room right beside Rick's, which is beside Steve's. Blaire and her husband took the room downstairs so all the noise going on won't bother them.
Amanda sat by the side of the bed while combing her hair. Steve is going through a magazine giving no attention to his wife.
While brushing her hair through the comb, Amanda looked at her face in the mirror. She stops her actions and just watched her reflection, lost in thoughts.
“Are you done combing?” Steve asked, putting away his magazine.
His phone beeped.
“Ah, yes. Just a little bit,” she replied, doing what was doing again.
“Continue what you are doing,” he got up from the bed and headed towards the bathroom with his phone in hand.
She saw him go and stared
