“Shh.” She sits up suddenly, her gaze darting to the door.
I stop talking immediately.
Her eyes are narrowed at the bottom of the door and as I follow her gaze, I manage to focus on the shadow there. Two legs, someone just standing right outside.
Wendy and I exchange a glance with each other.
“Who’s there?” She calls sharply.
The legs move immediately, stepping away, and then they’re gone.
We exchange another glance and I stare back at the empty strip of light under the door.
“Were they… was someone eavesdropping?”
“Maybe.” She answers, already lying back down and pulling the blanket up.
“Maybe?” I hiss.
“It’s Eliot. We need to sleep.” She closes her eyes. “Tomorrow is going to be a very long day and we need to be sharp.”
Eliot? How can she tell?
I hesitate, looking at t
