Chapter Seventeen
FOR A FEW HOURS, I slept like a log.
I woke up because Emi—who was apparently in bed with us, never mind how that had happened—started moving around and pulling my hair. When I opened my eyes, she was trying to undo the tie that held the end of my plait together.
“Ow, don’t do that.” I pulled my plait out of her hands.
I’d slept so soundly that I was confused about the time of day.
The curtain was closed, but the brightness of daylight peeped in between the cracks between the curtains and the wall.
I sat up and put Emi on the floor. She made a beeline for the door, pulled herself up on the slats and tried to push them aside by rocking backwards and forwards.
“Emi, what are you doing?”
Clearly, she wanted to go out.
I picked her up and carried her into the hallway
