Abigail
My breath locked in my throat. Fear sat like a lump the size of Texas, leaving me unable to swallow, unable to breathe
Unable to move an inch.
Annette rushed out of the bedroom, her hair wet and dripping all over the carpet. She had a towel wrapped around her, her hand clamped over her mouth, water dripping down her body as she looked at me, fear deep in her eyes.
Yeah, I couldn't believe it. The audacity of that pathetic prick!
"Come on, Lana,"
He called her Lana because that was the false name Annette had dropped and yet somehow he had been able to find her real address.
That piece of scum.
Annette's eyes were round as saucers above her fingers, and I was sure I had the same expressions on my face.
She pointed at the door and mouthed, "How?"
No fucking idea. Dennis wouldn't have let him in. He must have snuck in. How did he even know which unit was our apartment?
