A moment later, his body is rolling off me. I scramble across the floor on all fours to get away from him, while struggling to pull my leggings up “Miss Abbi?” Raj stands over Scott, the handle of a heavy-bottomed pan gripped within his fist, fear and shock filling his face. I let out a shaky cry of relief. I’d forgotten he was here. We both stare at Scott’s unmoving body, waiting for a twitch, a stir. Something to tell us we should run.
