The marble floor felt cold under my bare feet.
They led me upstairs toward the bedroom.
Each step felt heavier than the last.
I smelled something unfamiliar in the air.
Not perfume.
Not cleaning products.
Something sterile.
Something medical.
When we entered the bedroom, the bed looked exactly as I had left it.
Perfect.
Neatly arranged.
Obinna released my arm and walked toward the side of the bed.
He pressed something beneath the frame.
