25/02/2011 § Leave a comment
The shattering glass startled me awake. I glanced at Mariah, who was sitting up groggily.
“What happened,” she asked.
“I’ll go check,” I replied, withdrawing the Glock .45 from the bedside drawer. I crept downstairs, heart pounding, and began to check over the house.
I moved to the kitchen, and was met with the sharp crack of gunfire and-