Halfway up the staircase, hidden in the shadows, I crouched quietly and allowed a few moments to pass into the darkness. I had clumsily shifted my weight on the previous step, sending an audible crack echoing into the silence. I might have given myself away, but maybe if enough time went by, the inconvenient sound would be disregarded as the cat slinking around, or the house settling. I couldn’t continue until the coast was clear.
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I don’t remember how I got there, in the little room at the end of the long hallway. But I was there, lying on my side on the brown leather cot in the corner. My head rested on the cool, padded surface, and a thin sheet of paper crinkled beneath me when I moved.