Riley's POV
My eyes fluttered open and the moonlight streamed through the window temporarily blinding me for a moment. I raised my hand and blocked the unwelcomed light after which my eyes gradually adjusted to the illumination.
My gaze flew to the wall clock. It was just 4:am.
Hearing the sounds of water from the restroom, I stood up gingerly. Norman didn't come home last night, he had told me he needed to attend to some political issues.
I balled my hand into a fist as I took a slow, quiet step towards the door of the restroom. On the bedside table, I picked the only thing I could use to defend myself if it comes to it—a scalpel.
My heart pounded hard in my chest as I maintained the slow steps until I got to the door of the restroom.
Just as I reached to gently open the door, it s
