knock knock
Violet squinted before slowly opening her eyes. It was already morning. She looked toward the bed—it was empty. Sitting up groggily, she heard water running in the bathroom.
“Coming,” she called out, walking over to open the door.
To her surprise, it was Ethan’s father—Mr. James William.
“G-Good morning, Dad…”
He smiled warmly at her, then glanced inside the room, his eyes landing on the blanket neatly folded on the couch. His smile faded as he turned back to her with concern.
“Did you sleep on the couch?”
Violet’s breath caught in her throat. She’d completely forgotten to hide the blanket. Her palms began to sweat. She wasn’t sure whether to lie or tell the truth.
“I… I slept on the couch.”
Before Mr. William could say anything, Ethan emerged from the bathroom in a ba
