“What are you doing here?” Martin asked. His question caught me off guard.
I blinked at him, then narrowed my eyes. “Can’t I come down for breakfast again? "What happened to my freedom of movement?” I snapped, deliberately ignoring the woman seated beside him.
Abruptly, Martin got up, anger flashing in his eyes. “I told you not to leave your room.”
“I thought that rule ended last night,” I shot back. “You didn’t have a problem with me being outside last night.”
“For God's sake, why are you such a troublemaker?”
The woman’s voice rang out, cutting through our exchange like a blade. “Excuse me! What’s going on here?” she demanded, standing up from the couch.
Her voice was loud enough but neither me nor Martin dared to answer her question. I just stood there, waiting for Martin to tal
