Chapter 15
I was startled out of a bad dream and awoke to the sound of silence. Philip wasn’t snoring in my ear. I wiped my heavy, groggy eyes, pushed myself up on an elbow, my arm trembling from the numbness of sleep, and squinted over at Philip’s side of the bed.
I nudged what I thought was Philip’s body to my right. But my hand grazed the lumpy pillows balled up in the twisted sheets beside me.
“Philip.” My voice was barely a whisper.
I yawned and reached for the lamp switch to my left, filling the room in dim light. I sat upright, groaning against the pain and stiffness in my limbs.
I looked to the dark, unoccupied bathroom across the room. My gaze drifted to the half-open bedroom door, a tiny pocket of light spreading across the hallway.
Then I heard movement. Footsteps? Scratch
