An Excerpt from The Promise
Maybe this wasn’t such a good idea, she thought as she adjusted the Tupperware bowl in her arms, careful not to drop the new stack of books that she’d helped herself to as she stood there, trying to come up anything to keep her from having to knock on the closed door in front of her. She could sleep in Matt’s room, she thought, worrying her bottom lip as she glanced over her shoulder at the closed bedroom door behind her, trying to tell herself that it would only be for one night, but she knew that she would never be able to do it. Not after everything she’d seen, she thought fighting back a shudder as she turned her attention to the only other option in the house.
She could try sleeping on the couch again, and she would happily do that if it weren’t for the fact that the couch was lumpy, small even for her, and after two minutes she’d lost feeling in both her arms. She’d also tried to the floor, sleeping in a chair, the tub, and searched the rest of the rooms, hoping that one of them would turn out to be another guest room, only to come up empty. So, that left asking the man that hated her if she could sleep in his room, which probably wasn’t going to go over well. There was always her grandparents’ old house, but that wasn’t really much of an option at the moment.