I was not scared.
I was not hesitating.
I was simply… strategizing.
Because if I walked in there right now, I'd have to face Maeve, and that was a problem. Not because I was nervous—which I wasn't—but because she had this unfair ability to make things weird.
So I was taking my time.
"Okay, just open the door," I muttered under my breath, gripping the handle. "It's fine. It's just a room. You've been in a room before."
But my body?
Refused to move.
My hand was on the doorknob. That was progress. But actually twisting it and walking inside?
That was another thing entirely.
"Alright," I whispered. "On three. One… two… three—!"
Nothing.
"Three," I tried again. "Three! …Three?"
I was ridiculous.
Just open the door!
"Three!"
Nope.
"You absolute coward," I hissed at myself. "Open the damn— AHHH—!"
The door swung open by itself.
