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My gaze shifted instinctively to the edge of the room.
I thought my eyes were playing tricks the first time I saw the flash of light just above the doorway.
And for a moment, my new peaceful home was no longer safe.
“Why are you standing like that and just watching?” Morrison asked.
I raised a finger to my lips, “Don’t”, my voice barely above a whisper. “We are not alone.”
He shifted closer, “What is that? You saw anybody?”
“Almost,” I said, “the light flashed and faintly reflected two figures hiding over there.” I pointed at the doorway, “I saw them.”
Morrison darted his eyes around the room, his nose shifted as if he was trying to sniff out the suspects. I followed his eyes and didn’t even see when the gun appeared.
My heart slammed hard, not the fear of a gun. But the rea
