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Lisa
65 days since leaving Grace
Lisa locked her door. Even to pee. She knew it was ridiculous. She hated the sound it made, the little click, because it always felt so loud. She’d shuffle her feet or brush up against the wall to hide the sound. But knowing the door was locked made it easier to breathe, so she did it anyway.
It was a little after eleven p.m. and she couldn’t sleep. She was still refreshing Twitter, though she knew no one was awake. It didn’t help. She was actually beginning to think it was messing with her head.
Voices were coming from the front of the house. Probably Jake and Singer. Did she want to go back to her room? But no, she didn’t. She wanted a cup of tea. And if they were in the living room, the kitchen would be empty.
Or should have been, except Frankie
