Weakly Darcy turned around and braced her back against the vanity, her eyes glued to the doorway. No outline of light showed now. Nothing moved. Pressing the towel to her face once more, she held it there and allowed herself several muffled cries. Her knees were shaking and she felt like she’d slide right down onto the floor. Is everyone totally blind and deaf? Doesn’t anyone realize what’s happening to me?
