An actual meal, with real meat and vegetables; it sounded amazing. Rachel had to admit it, she was getting stupidly excited about a night off, gorging herself on good food, without having to deal with Mark or work in the morning. So far the luxuries were far outweighing the danger in this new life with the Smith Brothers. For the first time, in as long as she could remember, she sprawled out on her bed and switched the TV on. There was nothing to do, nowhere to be. It almost felt like freedom.
She had started to doze off when there was a knock at the door. She rubbed the sleep from her eyes and stretched. The knocking grew louder. She paused, knowing it could be anyone. Carefully she opened the door leaving it on the latch. Gary leant against the door.
“Mark"s not here,” she tried to tel
