8
Zoe sat up in bed, heart racing. What had awakened her, she really couldn’t say…but she supposed that didn’t matter. She was definitely awake now, eyes straining into the darkness. Actually, the room wasn’t all that dark, since a soft glow from the nearly full moon made its way in here, allowing her to see the outlines of the furniture, the way the drapes at the window moved gently in the night breeze. It had been a warm day, but since it was still only early March, temperatures had cooled enough that, once the sun was down, her parents turned off the central air and made sure the windows were opened instead.
All was quiet. Zoe glanced at the clock on her nightstand and saw it wasn’t really that late, only a little past ten-thirty. Her parents were probably still up, although if they w
