Lunara stepped into the house. Since she had checked the first floor earlier, she decided to go straight to the second floor.
Looking to her right and left, she could see there were around three rooms upstairs.
She moved quietly, letting her fingers trail along the railing as she passed the first door. It was slightly ajar, and inside she spotted shelves of books and some scattered notes. Probably a study. The next one was closed, but she could guess it was a guest room, maybe storage.
Then, at the end of the hall, she found it. Their room.
She turned the knob slowly and pushed the door open. Soft afternoon light poured in through the curtains, casting warm hues on the bed and the polished floor. Everything looked untouched, and yet, lived in. A folded blanket on the edge of the bed. A glass on the nightstand.
She took a few careful steps in, the feeling was unfamiliar. She brushed her fingers along the edge of the dresser, then sat slowly on the edge of the bed.
