She knew which one was his. Or rather, his and Jesse’s. Jesse had pointed it out as they passed, making sure she knew so she’d feel safer, she guessed. There is no safe, she’d wanted to say. Nothing in this world is safe. You think you know what order is, that you know what you need to do in order to get by, and then a monster comes along and yanks it all out from under you.Did Jesse know what monsters were? She doubted it. He would never have promised her sanctuary if he truly understood.
Her hand was sweating. That wasn’t good. She paused to wipe it on the leg of her jeans.
Every few feet, she stopped. Listened. Held her breath. Waited for some noise to shatter the weight of the house’s sobriety. She moved again only when nothing came.
It took forever to reach the door. She waited even longer outside it. Then thanked God it wasn’t unlocked.
She didn’t know what she expected to see. Not the neat and orderly furnishings. Or the clothes carefully draped over the back of the chair.