I looked at the latch that was currently separating me from the rest of house, the latch that acted as my captive, the one that wasn’t exactly telling me that I couldn’t leaving, but it reminded me of all the reasons why I shouldn’t. And strangely enough, I was acknowledging those reasons despite the fact that I needed to go to the bathroom quite desperately. I knew that to all intents and purposes, I should be here alone, but there was something—something in the back of my head, like a sixth sense—telling me that I wasn’t. Which was strange, considering the fact that I was sure that I had heard Marcel leave much earlier this morning.
Since I had woken up, I had often found myself wondering whether or not it was possible that I was only feeling this way because I was unaccustomed to bein
