It has been since the book club meeting that James had his last meal. Sitting on the dusty basement floor, he began toying with the idea that Mayra might be locked into some TV show or doing something that didn’t concern him. Maybe, just maybe, I could find a way to sneak into the kitchen and grab some kind of food to sneak down here… I mean, she must have not seen me come down here or else she surely would have quickly come down right?
James turned an eye to a light coming from underneath the door to the upstairs area and let out a large sigh, attempting to build up courage to go back to the ground floor.
