Sometimes, I get thirsty late at night, so I go get a drink in the kitchen.
I drop my phone and think back to this morning, lying on my mother's granite island. I have a plan.
July 14, 1 AM
It's 1 AM. I'm in the kitchen, naked, lying on the island. The lights are out; the room is in deep darkness. Back to anonymity, better that way- for now. I left my robe on the floor at the door, he'll see it or feel it when he comes in. If he comes in. We never texted after that one I told you about. I swear I'm leaving a puddle on this rock. I hear him.
July 14, 1:58 AM
There's a board on the stairs that squeaks, just a little. That's why I'm here. If Faith wakes up and comes looking, we'll get a warning- if we need one. I just heard it. He's on his way.
I hear my robe rustle as his foot finds it
