Grace stepped into her apartment, the weight of the day pressing on her shoulders.
In her mind, the stranger's words replayed over and over.
Why tomorrow night? Why not during the day when it was safer?
She shivered slightly as she hung her coat and tried to push the thoughts away.
She poured herself a glass of water and leaned against the counter.
Something about the stranger made her uneasy, yet there was also a hint of curiosity.
But in his eyes, there was something in them that suggested he had seen things, terrible things that few could imagine.
She wondered if she had misunderstood the danger she was in, if she was in more trouble than she thought.
Her thoughts shifted to Donald.
She remembered the day his mother had announced his engagement.
The way Donald had stood, frozen and unsure.
Her chest tightened, and she felt tears forming again. She wiped them quickly, telling herself she could not let this bring her down. She had to focus.
