Xander
I looked at the clock. It was almost 3 a.m. Who, unless they had malicious intentions, would break into a house in the middle of the night? He might be a thief, but I wasn't certain. I assumed Liam's mother could have sent someone to find Danisha since she had seen her. I was unwilling to take a chance.
After instructing Danisha to hide in the bathroom, I took my revolver and pressed my ear against the door, listening to their movements. Up until yesterday, I was regretting buying it since I never used it, but not anymore. Their stealthy footsteps and the sound of their erratic hearts were distinctive in the restful atmosphere. They most certainly were up to no good. One of them whispered something to his partner. Though his voice was just above a whisper, I could decipher that it
