Fiona
My stomach churns as I stare at the door. Tossing and turning all night makes for a hungry morning, but I don’t know if I want to go downstairs. I’m not sure what time Ethan wakes up, and if the staff get here this early, I can’t tell because it’s so quiet.
If they’re not here, and if Ethan is still asleep, it could be a chance for me to leave.
My stomach cries out, begging for food.
“Fine. Fine. I’m going,” I mutter, turning the doorknob slowly. I wince when the door’s hinges creak as I pull the door open, but when I look down, I realize that isn’t my only problem. Ethan is stretched out on the floor in front of my door.
Soft snores fall from his mouth, making me bite my bottom lip to keep from laughing. What is he doing? Had he slept here all night to make sure I didn’t es
