The next morning, the four of us sat down to breakfast on high alert. Beattie and I had both checked our door locks twice after going to bed, fairly certain that Weber was going to try and break in. And when I asked, Aaran said he had moved his bed against the door for the same reason. “Just a wee bit, I wanted her to try,” he said.
I didn’t disagree. I would have liked to have seen that.
“She never came in last night,” Elena said as she set the most amazing omelet full of tomatoes and cheese in front of me. “I went to check on her this morning since I didn’t see her and she didn’t ring if she came in after I locked up, but her room is empty.”
“Like she took all her things?” I asked.
“Yes. Everything of hers is gone.” Elena shook her head. “She must have left while I was at the store y
