Days passed, and Anna spent them observing the room. She no longer drifted from the window to the bed without thought. Now, every movement was deliberate and calculated.

She always stood still in the center of the room, eyes scanning every corner, angle, and crack, from the gap between the door and the floor to the space beneath the bed, treating everything as a clue because nothing could be taken for granted anymore.

Anna had watched the hallway through the crack beneath the door for nights ...