CHAPTER 7
Claire had no high hopes the following morning. She woke up facing the wardrobe, but when she turned onto her back, her eyes caught sight of the door slightly to her right. It was ajar.
She tossed the covers aside in one swift movement and bounced across the room before it was too late. She flung the door wide open and looked down the hall. Everything was as it should be. The floor didn’t slant, and the door was open.
She turned around to grab her slippers and bathrobe, throwing the keys around her neck as she went. She was out the door in seconds, crossing the landing to the stairs without stopping to worry about the idea that it might suddenly move, and she ran down the stairs as best she could in her slippers. Before too long, she found herself in the kitchen.
The room was
