She reluctantly entered the house, heart wracked with apprehension and fear
His room had a warm, sensual ambiance
The ceiling lights had been dimmed so low that the furniture was indiscernible
Small tea lights, however, threw a subdued light onto the table they were placed.
Aided by the flickering candlelight, through adjusted eyes she could just make out a few objects positioned on the dark oak wooden table:
A pair of fine black-framed glasses still in their open case
A stack of novels, all clearly unalike in their size and colour; although it was too dark to recognize the titles etched into their hard-covered spines
And lastly a bottle of red wine, accompanied by two empty glasses
Empty wine glasses – simple, but telling
And in that moment, her heart became empty, too.