TWENTY-EIGHT
The door was open.
The lights were on.
Vivian could hear someone moving around inside her apartment.
What sounded like the thwack of books hitting the wall. She stopped cold as fear took hold of her. Had the thief returned to search for what he missed the first time around? Or was he back for her? How did she know it was a him? She had no idea who it was. Only that they were in her home. She fought an impulse to run out of the building and slowly approached the door. She cautiously pushed it open, then rolled her eyes.
“What are you doing here, Hannah?”
Hannah, who was in the process of putting books back in the bookcase, looked over at her sister. Vivian could tell that she had already put the furniture back in place and generally straightened out the apartment, which n
