I was sitting on my bed with my back against the headboard, eating chips and watching a cooking competition on my phone.
The volume was low enough that I could hear movement upstairs—doors opening, footsteps crossing floors, voices calling out to claim spaces that didn't belong to them, but I just ignored it.
They could take whatever rooms they wanted up there. I didn't care about the third floor. I cared about this room, and I was already in it.
But that was before my door opened without a single knock.
I looked up immediately.
The woman with the kid walked in with the boy trailing behind her. After the incident where the kid tried to take my snack, you would think that she would have been smarter, but I guess not.
The woman's head jerked toward me when she saw me sitting there. Her eyes met mine for a full second then she looked away and stepped further into the room like I wasn't there at all.
