The room looked exactly as she had left it.
Almost.
The left side of the wardrobe was a half-inch further from the wall than it had been that morning, and the small dish on the vanity where Lora kept nothing of value had been shifted, The creases on the side of the bed were wrong. Not slept in. Pressed, the way fabric went when someone sat on a mattress quickly and then stood again.
Foxy was at the window with her back to the door, adjusting the curtain pull with the specific energy of someone who had just decided to be doing something.
Lora stood in the doorway and took the room in completely before she moved a single muscle. The way Foxy's shoulders were set, too straight, It was the stiffness of someone who had heard her walk towards the room and had decided to act like they were simply doing their job and not snooping around, FOXY was flustered, which meant she had been looking for something and was almost caught in the act.
