Jessa woke from her nap with a yawn. These days it felt like all she did was sleep and eat. Damien had encouraged that throughout the two weeks she’d now been living here. Sitting, she rose from the bed slowly, knowing from experience that getting up too quickly would often result in a head rush.
Entering the bathroom, she used the facilities before washing her face to freshen up. Heading back into the bedroom, she got dressed. Just as she was moving toward the door, it opened and Damien walked in.
“Ahh, thought you might be up,” he said.
Jessa placed her hands on her hips. “All right, where is it?”
“Where is what?” he asked, his eyes wide with innocence.
“The baby monitor,” she said, walking around the room to look for it.
Where had he hidden it this time? She’d made him remove it
