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“I want you to feel as at home as possible while you’re here,” Violet said. “So, you are free to use all of my home. There will be no locked rooms unless you decide to lock them yourself. Of course, the front and back doors and all of the windows will be locked, and you won’t ever be alone, but you’ll at least be able to use the restroom or cook or get a drink of water when the need arises without having to ask first.”

That actually sounded pretty nice—at least compared to how I was living in Night’s cabin. It was a bit of freedom, and it would surely make my escape so much easier.

“One other thing.” Violet pushed away from the table. “You sit tight for a moment. I’ll be right back.”

I thought I’d have a bit of time to myself to explore on my own, but Violet really was gone and back within just a few seconds. The older woman was much sprier than I had thought.

“I found you some clothes.” She held out a pair of jeans and a blue plaid blouse. “There are a few more clothes for you in the