Summary: It’s not entirely self-centered to seek comfort for yourself if you’re also checking up on someone else.
It was a thought that only had just now crossed her mind as Kimberly slid her fingers under the small crack between window and sill as she eased said window up. There was a fine line between breaking and entering and checking up on someone she cared about. Breaking and entering was more something along the lines of what a thief would do. Some random stranger would obviously cause harm. She wouldn’t.
Although, scaling the side of Trini’s house to the attic and quietly slipping inside of her room was, in fact, probably pretty illegal.
Considering that there had been no forewarning.
And now that she was inside of the room, plaster swept up into a corner, gaping holes staring back at her, she realized this was probably a bad way of checking up on someone in the middle of the night just because she couldn’t sleep.
The last time somebody had done this, it had been Rita.
That was only a week ago.
Trini still had the bruises on her neck.
Too late now, to rethink her decision.
Both feet were firmly planted on the floor.
It was kind of selfish, though, to barge into someone’s room with the pretense to check up on them.