Turning the corner, she saw the dark figure of a man, John, pushed up against the side of his bed cast in the light of another stained glass lamp. She fought the simultaneous instinct to jump away and move closer.

“You shouldn’t have come,” he said through gritted teeth.

“I had to,” she insisted, taking a step forward. “It sounded like you were in trouble.”

He laughed without humor. “Damn right I’m in trouble.

Autore: Shawn Maravel