Sophie's point of view:

It was night time but I couldn't sleep. I kept turning around the bed, trying to find a convenient position but there was no avail.

Someone knocked on my door and I wondered who. It wouldn't have been Mr Owen anyway, can it be Henry?

He shouldn't be the one, his father tucked him in and I was there.

Who could it be? I wondered but I didn't get up from my bed.

The person knocked again, this is so frustrating, who could it be this late night?

I stood up and went to the door, without asking, I opened the door and glared at the...