FourteenAngelina fumbled with her keys again at the door, struggling to hold her purse and papers, holding the door open with a knee. Her nerves, and that ridiculous feeling, made it impossible not to look back at the night. Thunder rolled. A hand grabbed her shoulder and Angelina screamed.
“Hey, hey!” Nestor exclaimed. “Take it easy.”
“My God, I can't believe you did that! You scared the life out of me. Oh my God, Nestor. What did you do that for? I didn't even see you. What are you doing out here in the dark?”
“Watching the storm come in.” He waved a half empty bottle.
Great, she'd been right, Nestor was drinking. And the door wasn't even locked. She'd been wasting her time and her worries. She turned away, headed in.
“What's the matter?” he called after her.
“I've had a long night
