I Couldn’t Remember Hearing Anyone Come Back Upstairs

it.

The second blew a jagged hole through the glass.

The man shouted.

Melissa screamed, a real scream this time.

I clawed the curtain aside, shoved the sash with both hands, felt it give, then stuck one leg through.

A hand caught the back of my shirt.

I sprayed without turning.

Someone cursed. Wet and ugly.

And then I was out.

The Yard

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