My eyes were screwed shut as the intruder ransacked my closet, muttering to himself. It was a man, and from his comments, he seemed to think I was wealthy because of the piano delivery he had seen.
“This b***h gotta be loaded in order to afford that piano,” he hissed, tossing aside objects of little interest. “She gotta have something hidden 'round here somewhere.”
My body tensed as he began searching the clothing above me. I prayed he wouldn't discover my hiding place.
It had been at least ten minutes since I called the police and texted Abaddon, but I had received no response from either. Panic gnawed at me. Maybe Don was still asleep, and the police hadn't yet pinpointed my location.
Should I fight? Why hadn't I jumped out of the window and run? But leaving Stitch behind was not
