As he mulled over this, a fleeting thought crossed his mind, stirring something deep within him.
He tried to grasp it, but it slipped away, leaving him with nothing.
The next morning, Stella woke up to find an empty spot where Matthew should’ve been snoring away.
She yanked the blanket off and dashed to the bathroom, hoping he was in there.
Nope, no Matthew.
“Matthew?” Stella scoured the second floor, but nothing.
Panic started creeping in as she realized she’d slept like a log and had no clue when Matthew vanished.
What if something was up with his injury again?
She shut down that line of thought real quick, dialed Matthew’s number, and hoofed it downstairs.
But just as she was about to hit “call,” a whiff of coffee hit her.
She bolted to the kitchen, finding Matthew brewing a pot.
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With a sigh of relief, she snatched the coffee from him. “You’re hurt, remember? No coffee for you.”
Matthew jumped at her sudden appearance, watching as she dumped the coffee. “Fine, no coffee,” he said, chuckling weakly.
He still looked wiped out from the journey and his injury was giving him grief. He wanted to get energized with some coffee.
Stella’s worry meter was off the charts. “I’ll warm up some milk for you. We’re staying put today. And if you’re not feeling better, I’m calling the doctor. I can’t relax otherwise.”
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Matthew shook his head, mustering a weak smile. “If you don’t head to the set now, troublemakers might stir things up. I’m alright, just a bit banged up. A few days’ rest, and I’ll be good as new.”
Stella got where he was coming from; she’d been swamped lately.
She compromised, nodding. “I’ll go once you’ve had breakfast. And if you’re not feeling right, you better call me.”
“Deal.”
After breakfast, Stella helped Matthew to his room. Once she’d freshened up, it was off to the film crew for her.
But before she could skedaddle, Matthew halted her. “Hey, babe, sorry you’re caught in the middle of all this. It’ll clear up soon, I promise.”
“I’m good,” Stella reassured him with a smile. “I trust the truth will surface before long.”
Watching her leave, he reached for the bedside table, popping a painkiller before closing his eyes, trying to stave off the discomfort.
After a moment, he pulled himself up, heading to the study. Dialing Fernando, he got straight to business.