When I woke up that morning, he was no more in the room. I stretched myself from the bed before putting on my robe as I walked out of the room downstairs, thinking that maybe he was somewhere in the house, but with the emptiness and silence, I realized that he had left.
I stepped out of the living room to see Taylor outside of the compound cleaning his car, and when he saw me, he waved his hand at me.
"Donald left?" I asked after we exchanged compliments that morning, and he nodded his head slowly in agreement.
"He left quite early this morning; I barely got a glimpse of him before he drove out of the gates," he said to me as I nodded my head slowly in agreement because it was typically like something Donald would do.
I turned around to leave when I suddenly thought about something and turned again to Taylor, hoping that he was going to be kind and considerate this time.
