*Contrasting actions*

SHE DIDN’T PLAN TO FALL ASLEEP. One second she was staring at the front door, curled up on the stairs with her chin on her knees, and the next, her eyes were too heavy to hold open. Her phone was close to her, ok the table, incase he called. The house was quiet now that was nothing to do and the silence echoed deep I'm her head.

She kept jolting awake every now and then, thinking she heard something—an engine maybe, or the door unlocking—but it was always nothing. ...