“Hello? Oh, it’s you,” the man on the line said, sounding distracted. “Sorry, we’ve had an emergency here. It might take a while longer for us to get to you.”
They hadn’t sent anyone.
So who was outside my door?
My heart tightened, a vise squeezing harder and harder until the pressure became unbearable. It pounded against my ribs, wild and unrestrained, as if it wanted to escape.
Bang, bang, bang.
The knocking came again, sharper this time, with a hint of irritation bleeding through.
“Ma’am, how much longer are you going to take? Could you hurry up?”
The voice—it sounded like Wayne.
