The Intruder
Amelia froze, suppressing a scream that would have carried down the street. Of all the nights, why did it have to be tonight?
Amelia froze, suppressing a scream that would have carried down the street. Of all the nights, why did it have to be tonight?
Asher stared into his bowl of cereal, pressing Cheerios under the milk with the back of his spoon. He didn’t know why he’d poured himself breakfast; he had no appetite.