Chapter 10
I try to eat, but my appetite is gone and I can’t push down more than half of a croissant. I finish my breakfast, wipe my fingers on a napkin and decide to check out the clothes in the wardrobe. I’d love a pair of jeans, trainers and a sweatshirt. A school pencil skirt isn’t the most comfortable thing to wear if you need to run or fight, and right now I’m not excluding either possibility.
Of course, there’s a strong doubt in my ability to fight Sam for example and win, but I’m trying not to think about it right now.
My bedroom has three more sets of doors, apart from the entrance doors. The wide double doors with glass tops, surrounded by wide windows on either side, must be leading outside as the sunlight streams through them into the room.
I slowly come closer and peek out
