Melissa and Lisa had heard the door close gently behind Wendy and Sarah. They lay there staring at the sun that shone through the thin curtains, bathing them in a warming yellow glow.
Melissa turned to Lisa. "I can't sleep, I’m going to make some coffee, do you want one?"
"Yes please," Lisa hitched herself up to a sitting position. "What a night! Do you think the shooter will come back? Whoever he is."
"Let’s hope not, but if Wendy’s husband is as bad as she says he is, then I think it's more than likely. Yes."
Lisa hung her head and sighed.
Melissa assessed her friend and surmised that there was more to her demeanour than worrying about last night. "What’s going on Lisa? What is it that you’re not telling me?"
Lisa looked up with tears in her eyes and told her what had happened the
