Amelia
He didn’t come back.
I listened to his door opening and closing, followed by one set of feet rushing down the hall.
They walked right past my door.
Either he forgot or it was Ava who left his room. I hoped for the latter.
I wake up to the morning light brightening my room, my drapes not having been closed the night before. My neck is stiff from sleeping face down, and when I try to sit up, my back is tight and sore.
A soft knock raps on my door.
The shirt Owen ripped still has the sleeves intact, allowing my front to remain covered while the back of the shirt dangles at my sides. I wince as I shuffle to open my door.
Owen greets me on the other side in fresh clothes. He’s clean, and he seems well-rested. I kick myself for expecting him to come check on me last night wh
