Alexandria
"Alexandria? Alexandria?" My name echoed through my tired mind, punctuated by raps upon my bedroom door.
I pulled myself from my bed, wrapped my robe around me, and made my way to the door. "Hello." My voice sounded sleepy even to my own ears.
"I'm coming in."
"Suzanna?" I asked, though I knew it was her voice on the other side of the locked door.
Last night, after my call to Deloris, Bryce insisted on returning me to my room, only after I relinquished my key. I tried to explain that I wouldn't leave; I'd only wanted to make a call. He wouldn't take no for an answer. Thankfully, he had taken no for everything else.