The atmosphere inside the house… off. The mood radiating off him… worse.
She rolled over in her empty king-sized bed for the tenth time wondering what time he’d be coming in.
She’d known the man a long time. Long enough to know that this latest stretch was somehow different from his usual tantrums. More dangerous, more unsettling.
Her hand slid under her pillow and rested it on the handle of the kitchen knife. The blade wasn’t even sharp, but it was all she had.
The bedroom door squeaked open.
She gripped the handle tight. Ready or not. He was here.
