Jaz
Maeve collected me from my cell sometime in the early morning hours. I had barely slept and looked almost as rough as Gregory under the harsh fluorescent lighting. I had no way of knowing how much time had passed until she led me through the door at the top of the stairs. There was soft light streaking through the grime-covered windows on the main floor. It was a depressing sight, but it was better than the windowless basement where I had been moments before.
Maeve seemed grumpier in her silence than she had the day before. She didn’t bother to direct me where to go, simply storming through the house in the direction of the room that had been deemed mine. She would huff and tap her foot in irritation anytime she had to stop for me to catch up. I wanted to feel bad f
