I took a deep breath and pushed the door open and at the same time, I locked that memory away.
I couldn't let Karl notice a difference in the way I acted. I still needed him before Lizzie awoke.
As the door creaked open, I looked inside, the bed was already neatly made, the room was nearly spotless.
It was the cleanest room I have seen in the last two days.
Karl wasn't inside.
His scent still lingered in the air. Cedarwood and something else I couldn't put my finger on.
Unlike Mike's sharp and dominant suffocating scent, his was milder. But that didn't fool me anymore.
He wasn't any less dominating, he was just more cunning and insidious.
I stepped inside and closed the door behind me. Looking around at the neat room. There was nothing to clean.
If this was before, I would be overjoyed thinking that Karl had cleaned up so that I could rest because he genuinely cared about me.
Now, I knew better.
