Chapter Eighteen
Annie's POV
I closed the bedroom door softly behind me and leaned my back against it.
My heart was beating too fast. From where I stood, the house was quiet, just the distant sound of the front door closing as they stepped outside onto the porch. I could not hear anything at first. Just the muffled night sounds outside and the hum of the refrigerator in the kitchen and my own breathing, which I was trying very hard to slow down.
I slid down slowly until I was sitting on the floor with my back against the door and my knees pulled up to my chest. My hands were shaking. Then I heard the front door open again. Footsteps in the hallway. Two sets of them. They had come back inside and now Matteo's voice was closer, carried along the bedroom wall in broken pieces, sharp and t
