A Cappella

I was rendered speechless. ‘Good night.’ Kingsley unlocked his room and nodded at me politely. ‘Good night.’ I escaped into my room, shut the door behind me, and blew out a long breath. It was a long and weird night. I was tired, but I couldn’t go to bed while my clothes still reeked of the drunkards’ filthy touch. I ran a warm bath, then I covered the bathroom mirror with a big fluffy towel. Still, I hesitated in front of the bathtub. I caught my reflection in the clear water surface, which was, in a way, like a mirror. What if I started seeing things again? I stood in the bathroom, indecisive. In the end, I gave in to my inner voice and reached for my phone. I video-called Kieran. He picked up after the first ring. ‘Hi, honey. Is everything okay?’ The sight of his face produced an immediate calming effect on me. ‘I’m about to take a bath. Stay with me.’ He wiggled his eyebrows. ‘It’ll be my pleasure. Do you want me to put on some music?’ Then he took in the background. ‘Where are you