I woke up before the alarm. Beatrice’s bed was empty, her blanket folded neatly. Tessa was in the bathroom. I could hear the water running.
My body still hurts. Not as bad as last night, but the ache sat deep in my shoulders. I sat down slowly and rubbed my eyes. Mr Peterson’s face from last night flashed in my head. "Holy mother of Jesus, please keep me safe," I prayed quietly.
The bathroom door opened. Tessa stepped out, towel around her hair. "Morning," she said.
"Morning, Tess," I greeted back.
She pulled her uniform from the hook of the wall and started dressing up. I got up lazily and went to take my bath too.
After getting ready, I headed to the kitchen. The kitchen was already full and loud. Cecilia stood by the coffee station, clipboard in hand.
I walked to her and greet
