I stared up at the ceiling, my eyes taking the time to retrace the location of dozens and dozens of marks and blemishes on its white surface in a matter of moments, for I had them well memorised by now. It was the only thing that I could do while I was in here—other than continuously think about the fact that I was on bedrest.
“Blair!”
My eyes dropped, finally breaking the hypnotic spell that the ceiling had cast on me, and focused on the door instead. Even though the door hadn’t opened to reveal my guests yet, I knew that it was only a matter of time until it did, which caused the corners of my mouth to curl upwards in excited anticipation.
It came as no surprise when the door was pushed open a fraction—just big enough for two very small children to slip through—and
