My stomach growling wakes me a few hours later. I yawn and stretch, my muscles still sore and stiff. The sun is high in the sky but the curtains over the back door are drawn to make the room darker. I’m alone in the room.
Getting out of the bed, I open the bedroom door and pause for a moment, listening. I hear Kane and Brandon talking down stairs. I don’t want them to think I’m eavesdropping so I don’t try to be quiet as I make my way down the spiral staircase.
Brandon is sitting on the living room side of the bar while Kane stands in the kitchen. Kane’s is pulling styrofoam containers out of a large brown paper bag. There’s a second unopened bag next to it. His eyes light up when he see’s me.
“Good afternoon, sleeping beauty.” He says.
“What time is it?” I ask.
Glancing at his watc
