Chapter 19Steph
What was that?
Steph’s eyes flew open. The room was pitch black, quiet, and utterly unfamiliar. She shifted and the bed creaked.
Right.
Leaving dinner early last evening had awarded her a leisurely shower with no one to disturb her. She’d meant to read in bed for a bit after—her k****e app was loaded with lesbian romances, steamy and otherwise—but upon realizing that if she fell asleep, her phone was apt to crash to the floor from a considerable height, she’d left it on the dresser. Ditto, her glasses.
Steph pulled the blanket up to her chin and tried to go back to sleep, but it was no use. She was wide awake, and she had to pee. Ignoring the first might have been possible. Ignoring the latter was not an option.
Thankfully, the ladder to the top bunk was sturdy, but i
