So I didn't walk a step farther until the door shut.
But I remained where I was — eyes closed, body still, and I listened to the distant footsteps on the street.
I opened my eyes when it was all quiet.
The room was dark.
Quiet.
Too quiet.
I slowly rose to my feet, my heart still racing a little, and scanned the room.
To start, it looked like nothing was amiss.
The seat is where I left it.
The candle had been lit and was half burnt.
The curtains were partially drawn.
However, when I stood up and went across to the cabinet I saw it.
The lower drawer was slightly open.
Barely.
Just enough.
My chest tightened.
I had completely shut it when I lay down.
There was someone who went through it.
I pulled it open.
The blanket was still on the floor.
I looked at it for a while and
