Closing the door after Bradan drops me off, I peek through the little window at the top and watch until he pulls onto the road. Sighing, I stand straight and start at the top of the door, locking each deadbolt and slide-lock down to the knob. Then I reset my alarm system.
Turning, I stare around my living room like I've done every night I come home for two years. My brows pull together as I realize one of my living room curtains is blowing around from the cracked opening of the window. Walking over, I can't stop the fear and anxiety that spikes and rushes through my veins.
Closing the window, I lock it just as the alarm system beeps, notifying me that it's properly armed. I didn't leave this window open, though— I know I didn't because I never leave any of my windows open . . . eve
