The doorbell rings.
I suddenly jump up in fright, almost knocking my empty glass off the coffee table.
Shit! I must have dozed off.
The room is much darker now. Heart soaring, I check my watch. 7:25 P.M.
“s**t!”
I check the baby-monitor.
Thea’s still asleep. Thank God!
The doorbell goes off again
Who the hell is that?
Mum?
Oh s**t, I bet it’s Kate! I was supposed to work last night. I forgot to b****y call in sick.
Bugger!
It rings for a third time as I exit the living room, heading for the front door. Should I pretend I’m not home? If it’s Mum, she’ll want to see Thea—even if she thinks she has a bug. Maybe it’s the neighbour, asking about all those screams from last night.
I better answer it. I don’t want to arouse any suspicion.
I take a deep breath, try to slow my pulse r
