CHAPTER FOURTEEN
By the time the police arrived, the adrenaline had worn off. Pictures and statements were taken, with the witnesses being interviewed in separate rooms. Eventually the cops left, and her heart began to slow to a sane speed.
She got a broom to sweep the glass from the hardwood floor. The rock had gouged the wood. Of course it had. The last thing she wanted to think about was having her floors refinished.
The outside breeze invading her home curled like unwelcome fingers around her vulnerable shoulders. She couldn’t even bring herself to turn her back on the broken window. The ink of black sky and the gentle rustle of distant trees whispered like voices of intimidating warning. Turning off the light wasn’t an option. But with the overhead light on she would be lit up to t
