The soft, morning sunlight spilled through the heavy silk curtains of the executive suite, illuminating the grand king-sized bed. Mary and Louisa stirred simultaneously, the lingering warmth of the mattress welcoming them back to consciousness. However, as they reached out, their hands struck empty, cold sheets.
The spot between them was entirely vacant.
A sudden, violent jolt of residual panic spiked through both of their chests. The horrific memories of the previous day flashed across their minds, and without a second thought, they threw the silk blankets aside. Tumbling out of bed in their simple inner tunics, they ran frantically toward the only door that was closed.
SLAM!
They burst into the lavish washroom, their breathing ragged, only to freeze entirely in place.
