Her eyes veered over to the door of the room she had slept in for months. Rising from the floor and feeling sicker by the moment, Solange walked over to the door. She pushed it all the way open and just stood there appraising the room. She now seriously wondered why it was decorated the way it was: The blue wall paint, the childish paintings and twin beds. It had to have been the children’s room. Only, Greg never said that he had children.