ANYTA'S POV
My stomach dropped. Confusion swirled in my mind.
Surely I'd locked the door before sleeping, right? Right?
Yes I had. Before going up to take a shower, I'd locked the door.
I backed away quietly and slipped into the storage closet near the stairs, my hands fumbling blindly until they closed around the familiar wooden handle of the baseball bat I’d bought weeks ago.
The ridiculous compromise. The thing I’d told myself was enough when I couldn’t bring myself accept Clay's suggestion to buy a gun.
I gripped it with both hands, my knuckles stretching around it, and stepped back into the hallway.
“Hello?” My voice came out shaky despite my effort to sound strong. “Just so you know, I've already called the police.”
It was a lie. A stupid one too because I should've called th
