I was still half asleep when the knocking started.
Loud. Repetitive. Urgent.
For a moment, I thought I was dreaming.
Noah didn’t move. He was still asleep beside me, breathing evenly, completely unaware.
I pulled myself out of bed, threw on a sweater, and walked to the door, slightly annoyed… but also uneasy.
Something didn’t feel right.
When I opened it, I stopped cold.
A man stood there.
