As she was about to leave, Sophia felt a gust of wind blow past her, prompting her to glance towards the balcony.
Hadn't she shut the balcony door tight? Why was there now a sliver of an opening?
"Marcus, why is the balcony door open again?" She asked as a hint of suspicion crept into her eyes.
Marcus paused and glanced towards the balcony. "The room felt stuffy, so I cracked the door open for some fresh air."
Sophia looked at Marcus. "You're sick. You shouldn't be catching a draft. You should close it."
Marcus nodded. "I will in a bit. You go ahead."
Sophia didn't say anything more. Her gaze lingered on the balcony door before she turned to leave.
After Sophia left, Marcus closed the room door and then glanced towards the balcony.
It was silent. The little lady was gone.
He then lowered his gaze to his open palm, where two pills that he hadn't actually swallowed lay.
Sophia seemed to have noticed something. He should warn her to avoid visiting him unless necessary. Although he did enjoy seeing her.
He had no memories of her, but seeing her improved his mood.
...
Sophia left her suite and headed to her father's. A nagging feeling about Marcus' balcony door persistently weighed on her mind.
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