Jehan
I have a demanding time containing my amusement when Charlotte walks out and closes the door behind her. These two are most definitely sisters. Charlotte only took a little longer to show her inner strength.
I open the dresser’s door and watch as James locks the door with trembling fingers and puts the key in his pocket. He paces up and down for a second before he pours himself a drink and goes to sit on the chair.
I close the door and make myself as comfortable as I can. I desperately want to get out of here, but timing is everything. It is not too long before it goes quiet, and I take the opportunity to peek. The poor man must be exhausted. He is sitting upright in the chair, his head resting on his chest and snoring slightly.
Silently I get out of the dresser and rid myself of
