Tristan Grayson sighed, looking wearily at Kiki. "Go to sleep."
Kiki handed the baby bottle to Tristan Grayson and sullenly snuggled into the covers.
Once Kiki was asleep, Tristan Grayson left the room. He closed the door, leaned against the wall, and stared blankly at Mika Summers' door. He pulled a cigarette from his pocket and lit it.
He smoked about three or four cigarettes before stopping.
He raised his hand and knocked twice on her door. When there was no response, his brow furrowed. He turned the doorknob, opened the door, and went inside.
Inside, he saw that the bed was empty, but he could hear the sound of dripping water from the bathroom.
Tristan Grayson picked up the ointment from the table and sat on the bed, his gaze complicated as he looked toward the bathroom.
He waited for a long time, but Mika Summers still hadn't emerged. The sound of water continued unabated. He frowned deeply, a faint sense of unease stirring within him.
