Her door was open slightly. Not from carelessness, but to let the air move. The rain had made the building feel heavy, and the girl who lived there didn't like stale rooms.
Something small rolled across the hallway floor and slipped into the room. A plastic lid, maybe. Round, unfamiliar. It slipped under the table and came to rest near the far corner.
Siera turned her head slightly. Just enough to track where it stopped. Her eyes stayed closed. She hadn't heard voices yet, but there were movements in the next room. Furniture against walls. Boxes being opened. Quiet, but unpracticed. Someone had moved in the next door.
She crossed the room carefully. Found the object by touch. Then stepped into the doorway and held it out.
Her hand was open, waiting. She didn’t ask whose it was. She didn’t say anything at all. She just stood there, quiet, offering it back.
