Janet's POV
The next morning, I dragged myself out of bed with my body still aching from the night before. My head throbbed with the fake smiles I’d worn, the way Chris’s hand had clamped onto mine at the dinner table like a lock.
I moved my head slowly to the clock by my bed side table, the time read 8:05. "s**t!" I jumped off, how the hell did I sleep this long.
I quickly rushed into the bathroom, brushed my teeth, splashed water on my face and ran my hand through my messy hair.
The number one rule in this house is that, breakfast is by 8am, and I can't be one minute late...else....I don't even want to know what will happen, honestly I don't want to end up like Greta , who I still haven't seen since that day.
When I reached the dining room Chris was already seated. He was calm, sli
