Jules
The knock came again, and it was sharp, impatient, too familiar that I knew who it was even though I couldn't hear anything.
I squeezed my eyes shut and wished, prayed, threatened the universe that whoever was on the other side would just… disappear. Not gone and not to be seen again kind of disappear... I mean, you know what I mean.
The pain twisted low in my abdomen again, tight and mean, cutting off my thought process, and I pressed my hand harder against the ache, breathing through clenched teeth and chanting in my head. “Not now, God, not now.”
There was another knock that was louder this time, but still I didn’t answer. I couldn’t. Even shifting one bit sent fire up my spine.
Finally, when I heard nothing again, I thought maybe he would leave. Maybe he would think I was a
