The knocking continues.
“Miss Cherish! Miss Cherish!” her landlord calls once again. Then, in a lower voice, “I’m so sorry, officer; I thought she was here. I’m certain she never left!” More knocking ensues.
Though Cherish isn’t entirely sure if this round of knocking is coming from her landlord’s fist on the on the other side of the door, or her knees. Or maybe it’s her heart knocking against her chest. Which makes her scared: what if they can hear her, even though she’s wedged herself in the corner of her closet?