Chapter 11 Break In,Break Out

It starts again at 2:17 a.m.

The click.

Soft. Metallic.

I jolt awake. My fingers are already curled around the kitchen knife. I crawl silently across the floor to the door.

The string I taped to the knob is taut-pulled tight, trembling.

Someone is trying to open it.

No knock. Just pressure.

Then-words. Muffled. Almost a whisper.

"Helena..."