I push myself out of bed slowly, so I don’t wake her up and look at both of them standing in the doorway. Neither looks happy to be here and I’m not sure why. As I creep across the floor, they both continue to stare at me. Then Simon shifts his gaze toward the bed, something flashing in his gaze.

As soon as I’m close enough, I brush past them, catching the doorknob on the way out and softly closing the door.

“Should I say good morning or what is it?” I ask, my tone sarcastic.

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