Elizabeth was suspicious of the fact Connie wasn’t around, and she checked the bedroom thoroughly before locking the door. She was glad of the fact she was alone, though. It was difficult to stay anything close to normal the way she was and she was finding it overwhelming being around so many new sounds and smells with her senses more attuned that she was exhausted.
She sat in bed, trying to read but finding it impossible to concentrate. Sitting there alone with nothing to do was worse than being on set with nothing to do; Connie no doubt knew that. Connie… She remembered the note that Connie had left on the chair, and went to retrieve it from her pocket. Even the envelope smelled of her nasty perfume.
She unfolded the letter, unsure of what to expect. ‘Lonely?’and then underneath that ‘
