The Knock Came Before I Could Dial 911

move away from it.

“I am.”

I wasn’t. I stood six feet back with the skillet in both hands, wearing wet socks and an old gray T-shirt with bleach spots. If he got through that door before the police came, I had one swing in me.

Maybe two, if fear counted as strength.

Then Clara screamed from the bedroom.

The window.

I ran.

The bedroom window was cracked open continue reading …