Early the next morning, after Maxi had been entrusted to Liam's care, she woke up feeling refreshed.
Maxi walked out of her bed and looked out the window. It was still dark outside, but she felt good. It was the best sleep she had had since that unfortunate night.
She turned from the window and opened her door slowly, peering out into the hall.
It was empty as she had expected.
She ventured out and headed for the refrigerator.
"I'm hungry," she said to herself as she opened it.
She swallowed her dry saliva, looking at all the delicacies in there—fruit juice in pitchers—that looked so fresh that her mouth watered.
'I have never had one like this!'
Then there were the snacks. Premium snacks that were even more than she had ever seen in the Wanky household. Pastries, among other things. However, they were not hers, and she could not just touch them.
"Where is he?"
