Morgan
Pinky let out a loud caw, which would have made me jump if I wasn"t used to her. She hopped around my bed, trying to work out what I was doing. It would have been funny to watch in another world, especially as I doubted she was going to be able to figure it out.
I fluffed up some of my pillows and bunched up my blankets in an attempt to arrange them into the shape of a body on my bed. It had been a long time since my dad checked if I was asleep, but I wasn"t going to take the risk tonight.
A soft knock interrupted me and I hurried towards the door, hopeful everything in my plan was coming together. I pulled it open and let out a sigh of relief when I found Liza waiting on the other side and not Byron.
Or worse, my father.
Liza entered my room with a trolley with my nightly flow
