Elena smiled softly, a hint of embarrassment coloring her cheeks. “Oh, it’s just a habit I picked up from my grandmother. She always said that fresh sheets are the secret to a good night’s sleep.”
I nodded, accepting her answer, though I couldn’t shake the feeling that there was more to the story. My curiosity piqued, I decided to keep a closer eye on the situation, hoping to understand the peculiar obsession with the linens.
The days passed, and Elena continued her ritual, unfazed by my subtle inquiries. She was the picture of a perfect wife, always attending to Lucas with care and maintaining a warm, welcoming home. Yet, her need to change the sheets so frequently nagged at me, like a tiny splinter lodged in the back of my mind.
