Vanessa

Someone's knocking on my door, ruining the best sleep I've had since, well, since I left Brent's house.

Brent.

Immediately, I sit up and around.

The sun's coming through my bedroom window.

I frown because the attempt to orient myself isn't working.

Where's Brent?

The knocking continues.

It's not Bob's knock. However, I still recognize it.

"Grandpa Delta, I'm up, okay?"

"Listen, young lady, you have these men wasting ...