Deirdre waited for quite some time to ensure that there wasn’t any movement outside before she tried to get off the bed.

She was so thirsty that she simply pulled out a coat from the wardrobe, put it on, and went downstairs. After satisfying her thirst, she heard footsteps approaching. When she was assured that the sound didn’t belong to Brendan, she asked, “Sam, is that you?”

The man outside scratched his head in embarrassment and chuckled. “Miss McKinnon, you’re mistaken. I’m not Sam but Saw