Four
When my eyes popped open the world was still dark. I squinted out into the night and wondered why I was wide awake. My hand reached blindly for the phone on my nightstand.
I lifted it into view and pressed the button.
4:47 a.m.
With a groan, I dropped my hand back on the bed. What was I doing awake this early? It wasn’t even late enough back home to get up, so I had no excuse.
Then I heard it. A faint, distant noise that sounded like a cross between a dog bark and a human scream. Great. Was the house surrounded by angry wolves or something?
Since there was nothing I could do if we were—fighting off wild animals was definitely not in the job description—I tried to give into my aching body’s desire to go back to sleep. Maybe if I just stayed still with my eyes closed for long enou
