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surprised her
     by adding, “Are you hungry?”
    She wasn’t hungry, just tired, so incredibly tired. All she wanted
     was to curl into a ball, cry herself to sleep, and hopefully never wake up.

Day-1
    O
lga led her to her room. It was very
     pretty, and girly. A woman had obviously lived there, a woman with expensive and
     elegant taste. Who was this woman? Where was she now?
    Olga politely asked her if she would need anything else before
     excusing herself and closing the door. The door did have a lock, but the old style,
     with a key, which Laura doubted would ever be given to her. It could have been
     worse. She felt an urge to investigate her new living space, but her tiredness took
     over in one swift wave. She barely had the strength to kick off her heels before
     collapsing on the big fluffy bed, still wearing the grey chiffon dress.
    She slept deeply and had many dreams, mostly about her childhood,
     mostly about Peter. By the time she woke up, the sun was high in the sky. She opened
     and shut her eyes a few times. She had almost forgotten… She decided she would not
     move from the bed. She would stay there, right on that spot, and not move a muscle
     until she died. The thought almost made her smile.
    Olga came in a short while later, pushing a metal trolley bursting
     with appetizing scents. “Ah, Miss Spencer, I’m glad to see you’re awake. I hope you
     slept well. I would have knocked, but I didn’t want to wake you.”
    Laura barely moved her head in her direction, tucking the sheet
     further up to her neck.
    “Well, I don’t want to disturb you. Master Kayne will be home for
     supper. It will be served at seven, but I thought you might be a little hungry.”
    Laura cringed at the mention of his name. How could this woman seem
     so casual about the situation? Did she not know who her employer was? He was
     obviously part of a criminal organization.Did she not care? Was she
     some type of Mafia-wife nanny turning the blind eye?
    “Supper…? What time is it?” she mumbled, her voice raspy from
     sleep.
    “Four thirty in the afternoon.” Olga was always smiling that kind
     smile of hers.
    “Uh, okay, thank you.”
    “Well, if you won’t be needing anything else, I will be in the
     kitchen. I can come back later if you like and give you the tour?” “No, thank you.
     I’d rather stay in here, if that’s okay.” Laura wasn’t rude, just cautious. A small
     part of her, her apparently very off intuition, led her to trust the woman, while
     every other logical and pragmatic part of her screamed caution .
    “As you wish.” Olga smiled again before heading out, leaving the
     trolley in the room.
    Laura was weary to touch the food. What if it was drugged? But what
     would be the alternative, starve to death? She actually considered the option for a
     moment, but dieting was never her strong suit. She seriously questioned her
     willpower in the face of famine.
    She slowly made her way out of bed, as if being observed, careful
     with every move. Her ankle was still swollen and hurt the moment she tried to stand
     on it. She limped to the trolley and dragged it close to the bed to sit back down.
     The bed was safe, she had claimed it. The rest of the room was still hostile
     territory.
    She opened the metal dome to find eggs Benedict. She would have
     usually been thrilled, but her stomach turned at the first bite. It was too heavy,
     and her fragile nerves were affecting her appetite. She closed the dome, subdued,
     and crawled back under the sheets. Silent tears rolled down her cheeks. She closed
     her eyes and waited for sleep to come again.
    It was six fifty when Olga come to fetch her. Laura had finally
     taken notice of the grandfather clock in her bedroom. She had spent the day between
     the bed and the en suite luxurious marblebathroom, which had proved
     very useful after she got sick repeatedly, dry heaving into the toilet.
    Olga rapped gently at the door. “Miss