LOCK ALL DOORS
It had been easy to get into the house. Tonya never locked the lower level doors. They didn’t have any real plans. Maybe try to talk some sense into her; each ready and willing to plead separate cases. Maybe rough her up a little or ransack the house; a little something to let her know that she wasn’t the only one capable of taking charge.
The walk-in closet was bigger than most master bedrooms, yet they huddled close to one another. Maybe she would come in to grab something and that’s when the confrontation would begin. That would’ve been the best case scenario for them. But when only one participant is willing to cooperate, terrible things were bound to happen. The huddled was stifling, but they had to wait for the perfect opportunity to move to another side.
Tonya stood at the vanity and admired herself in the large mirror. She saw the shadow emerge behind her. “Winston,” she said, over her shoulder. “I know you’re hiding back there. If you wanted a peep show, all you had to do was ask.”