A knock at the front door had Elaine turn to her mother. Who could be dropping by so late? Surely not the police again. ‘Who is it?’ she called out from behind the door. No reply. Raising her voice produced the same response. She opened the door a fraction and peered through the crack. With nobody in view, she stepped outside,
Ok WTH does she keeping doing these things? As a woman without a man in the house, there’s no way I’d be opening my door up late at night to investigate knocks and odd sounds and surely no way I’d step outside. That’s like asking for a home invasion of some sort .
