chapter 14
sit quietly in the bedroom I was frogmarched into a few hours ago. The food tray some random Santo dumped in here for me untouched, as I ve literally no appetite, and I m lying on the bed staring at the endless white ceiling of a room that probably cost more to decorate than they spent on the orphanage the whole time I was there. Bored out of my mind, but since my explosion, nothing in the house is working. Nothing electronic, no lights at all, and they are working on rectifying it. I m still not convinced I did this, but it all seems to point that way.
Apart from the boarded-up window and the now décor free shelves after they swept through, removing the carnage of smashed items, it s pretty nice. Gold and cream with brown leather and opulent fabrics. It s like a hotel boudoir in a five-star establishment and bigger than the entire lounge and kitchen at the rejects home.