Roger squeezed his eyes shut, his groggy mind trying to wish away the tapping sounds. “Who is it?” he muttered, surprised to find that Juliette’s side of the bed was still empty. The knocking persisted.
He rolled over and swung his feet to the floor. “Coming.” He cleared his throat in an attempt to make his voice sound less irritated and then opened the door. “Benjamin?”
Roger squinted in the light from the hall. Benjamin stood fidgeting with his fingers and tossing glances in nearly every direction. Roger held the door open and hoped his mind would clear soon. How long had it been since Juliette went downstairs? Roger hadn’t even looked at the clock. “Do you want to come in?” He flipped on the switch, and Benjamin ducked his head when the lights came on. Roger gestured to a chair by the
