Abby
After I hang up the phone with Karl, I finally slip off to sleep, feeling more relaxed now than I have in days. I fall into a pleasant slumber, one that’s deep and uninterrupted by the lights and sounds coming from outside.
But then it happens.
The sound of glass shattering suddenly wakes me from my sleep. I jolt upright in bed, my heart pounding. That was real; I’m sure of it.
Quietly, I swing my legs over the side of the bed and reach for my phone with one hand and the baseball bat I keep behind the nightstand with the other. With the baseball bat raised just in case, I tiptoe out of my bedroom.
The sound of the news reporter vans idling outside is louder now, with no shield from the window. I furrow my brow, my heart pounding as I slowly and silently tiptoe down the hall and r
