AUGUST 30
1 YEAR
I'm rocking back and forth, still sitting on the ground wrapped in a blanket, when I hear it: a car door. The telltale squeak tells me it is Tobias's truck. I'd know that sound anywhere.
My heart seems to spasm in my chest, first half- stopping, and then galloping off in a thunderous roar. My chest seems to heave and pulsate with my heartbeats. Nausea wells up.
Tobias is back.
I'm not even sure how long he was gone. I lost all sense of time since I landed here, amidst the mess and carnage. Has it been minutes or hours? Is he back because he's still angry—or has he realized what he's done?
This is so much worse than anything before. He must know that. Does he think he can walk in and apologize and hold me?
Would I let him?
I look up at the door. The chain is still locked. So is the deadbolt, which Tobias doesn't have a key to because he lost it. He can't get in, not until I let him in. Not until I am ready.
Unless he does something crazy like break the window. Would he do that? Is he that angry? Or maybe he's worried. Maybe he knows he went too far this time.
I listen to his footsteps approach, and with each step my breathing gets more erratic.
I am afraid of him. I am truly afraid.
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