Cecilia

Reaching for the sheet, I sat up, searching the darkness.

Cold. My leg was so cold.

The shower.

No, I wasn’t wet.

My mind searched for clues.

The closet. I felt the walls around me, taking away my breath.

Was the closet door open?

Was someone in here with me?

Blood coursed through my circulation, running rapidly as a chill skirted my skin. Still, I refused to faint. If I fainted I’d be vulnerable—more vulnerable, ...