Dawn's POV
Thursday Night — 11:30 p.m.
I tried to sleep.
I really did.
But apparently, my brain had decided sleep was an unnecessary luxury.
Wonderful.
I lay in bed staring at the ceiling, listening to every little sound my house made.
The air conditioner kicked on.
I jumped.
Something creaked downstairs.
My heart raced.
A car drove past.
I held my breath.
For crying out loud.
I'd lived in this house long enough to recognize its normal sounds.
Well, most of them.
But tonight?
Everything sounded suspicious.
I rolled onto my side and glanced at the clock.
11:47 p.m.
Fantastic.
I'd been in bed for seventeen minutes.
And already convinced myself somebody was trying to break into my house approximately six times.
I closed my eyes.
Go to sleep, Dawn.
My brain immediately
