BECKY POV
The persistent person who’s been knocking on my door every twenty minutes for the past two hours has to be an expert in torture. I can tell it’s the same person because they knock softly, just loud enough for me to hear, but not loud enough to wake me if I was sleeping. That same dainty tap tap tap.
I would feel bad about ignoring them, but after I allowed the first person who knocked into my room, I’m not sure I’m ready for more awkwardness. If every person who is going to walk in isn’t going to look me in the eyes and bow as they leave, they can just stay on the other side.
I appreciate that they want to feed me, but I’m not up for any weirdness right now. The only thing comforting me is the scent on the comforter. Which I find extremely odd, but I can’t help burying my fa
