"What do you mean empty?" She tilted her head at him.
"It's empty, as there's nothing in there– nada. There's not even carpet in the room anymore," he said slowly with his eyes staying on hers.
"No," she said, shaking her head.
"Benjamin slept there last night," she carried on but Ron just gave her a sympathetic look. She jumped up, but fell back down as a pain shot through her ankle.
"Hey, sit back down," Ron pleaded as he rubbed her back.
"I want to look; it has to be there!"
"It's not," Ron replied, clasping her hand. "I may be a t**t at times, but there's no way I would miss a whole bedroom set."
She turned and looked at him. "Where the hell is it and who put this up?" she asked, pointing at the computer.
"There's more," Ron whispered.
"What?" she asked and he sighed.
"This w
