When he came back, he was furious.
For me, it was a forbidden area, but for Sherry, it was just a room at home.
Perhaps Luxor didn't mind someone else entering his piano room, it was just the person that mattered.
I was painting in the studio with my headphones on.
Casper sat beside me, quietly keeping me company.
I had previously thought about having Luxor by my side while I painted, but he coldly dismissed the idea, saying.
"You're not a baby. Why would I sit with you? It's a waste of my time."
The quiet atmosphere was shattered by the sound of my phone's notifications. It was a call from Luxor.
"Where are you? I've sent you so many messages. When are you coming back?"
Luxor's series of messages left me with a headache. In the past, I would have been overjoyed about it.
"What would you like to eat tonight? A new French restaurant has opened. Would you like to try it?"
"Stella, Sherry dropped the cherry blossom model you gave me. Where did you buy it from? I'll go and get another one."
...
Just an afternoon without checking my phone, and Luxor had sent me more messages than he had in all the years we've been together.