She cried wolf, literally

The evening after she returned from her outing, even to the morning of the next day went by in a blur.

After she woke up the next morning, all she could do was text Emily, go through some other files concerning her job, read a novel Peter had generously left her with, before she drifted off to sleep.

Roxanne's eyes opened by 11:pm. It was then she realised she had slept most of her afternoon and early hours of the evening away. She let out a long and annoyed groan as she sat up. Knowing herself, she knew that it would be difficult go get sleep, now that she was awake already.

As she sat up on her bed, she thought back to the events of the previous day. The second she stepped out of the car with Lancelot and Peter on Thursday was the last time she caught even a glimpse of him. Since she arrived, he had neither called for her, nor come anywhere close to her.

Roxanne rose up from the bed, planting her barefeet on the floor as she walked to the bathroom. She was going to wash her face