Cabrera rises up from the chair.
“Please excuse me,” he says. “I need to use the bathroom.”
“There’s one upstairs at the end of the hall,” says Darling. “But try not to make too much noise. My husband is sleeping, and he needs his rest. He doesn’t like it when he’s disturbed.”
“I’ll be careful, Mrs. Ross. Thank you.”
He stumbles over the chair, but quickly catches himself against the wall.
Darling starts to get up from her seat. “I can show you the way—”
He straightens up. “No, thank you. I’m sure I can find the way.”
Stepping out of the dining room, Cabrera trips over his own feet, staggering back, and falls to the floor. He scrambles back up. Something is different. He can’t put a finger to it. The warm and cozy atmosphere that greeted them has abandoned the Ross house. Everything seems off.