"If you don't want to sleep any longer, you might as well get up." Glades Horne's gentle voice, like pleasant music, hovered over her head. Then he got up himself. As he sat up, Julia Bluen was surprised to find that he was already neatly dressed.
Glades Horne offered no explanation, simply smiling at her before turning and leaving the room. Downstairs, the house was empty, all the furniture standing in quiet anticipation of its owners.
The floors, windowsills, and furniture were all spotlessly clean. Glades had once mentioned that someone came to clean regularly. He hadn't brought servants from the Horne Family to stay here, wanting to give them a private space for just the two of them. A faint stirring of activity could be heard from the kitchen.
Julia turned and walked toward the small dining room. Passing through it, she entered the kitchen.
