And now she’s at our front door. I hear her knock, but I stay perfectly still. But then a horrible thought occurs to me. Nick may not have locked the front door. We were always lax about locking doors. After all, it’s pretty deserted out here and we never had much worth stealing. And then I hear the footsteps coming from downstairs. Oh my God. She’s inside. I grab my phone. The first thing I do is text Nick: Please come here now! Somebody is in the house! Then I dial 911, although it will be far too late by the time they arrive.
