BRIANA THOMPSON
I wake up in the morning with the doorbell of my apartment ringing louder than anything else in the world, the noise is deafeningly loud.
I quickly get out of bed, glance at the clock, and see that it’s already nine in the morning.
Who would come to my place this early?
And why didn’t they buzz me to give me a heads-up?
That’s strange.
The only person who comes up and enters my house without warning is Duda, but she has a key.
"I’M COMING!" I shout, hoping they’ll stop ringing while I quickly throw on a robe over my nightgown. "Coming, I’m opening!" I rush to the door and swing it open without even checking the peephole.
The moment I see who’s standing there, my heart races, and I swallow hard.
"What do you want? What are you doing here?" I ask, but he steps inside
