I repeat my address back as my stomach turns to cement. The noises start getting louder and louder until I think I’m about to be sick. I clutch the knife in my hand and hold it out towards the door.
“I-I have my baby with me,” I choke out. “Please get someone here quickly.”
“Stay on the phone,” the guy says. “We have two police cars on the way to you right now.”
Every second feels like an hour, and time is going far too slowly. The person outside could have kicked down the door by now, I’m sure of it. It’s not made of the strongest material.
“Okay,” I swallow. After a few moments, I hear nothing. I frown. “Hello?”
Beep. Beep. Beep.
I pull the phone away from my ear to find the call disconnected. “Shit.”
Without hesitation, I call Finn. For safety. For security. For a familiar voice.
It rings three times before the line cuts.
“Sunshine, what’s wrong?” His voice is croaky from sleep.
“Someone is trying to break into the house,” I whimper. “I-I don’t know what to do.”
The sound of scurrying echoes down the phone. “I’m on my way,” he says. “Have you called the police?”
“Yes. They said they’d be here soon.”
He takes a breath of relief. “It’s okay. Everything is going to be okay. Stay on the phone with me.”
My hand trembles as I clasp it to my chest. “I haven’t heard any noises for a few minutes now.”
“Okay,” he says as I hear the sound of an engine starting.
I glance over at the windows to find blue lights filtering through the blinds. “I think the police are here now.”
“Good,” he says heavily. “Don’t let them leave until I’m there.”
“Okay.”
There’s a knock at the door that makes me jump. I slowly creep forward and place the knife on the table before peeking through the blinds to find two police officers on the doorstep.
I open the door with clammy fingers, the phone still against my ear. “The police are at the door,” I murmur.
“I’ll be there in ten, sunshine. I promise.”
“Okay,” I say as I end the call.
I quickly take in the two police officers as they stare back at me, my heart still thundering inside my chest like there’s no tomorrow.
“There’s been a call to this house for an attempted break-in?” the woman says as she flicks her eyes over me.
I nod desperately. “Yes.”
“Can we come in?”
When I open the door wider, they step inside as two other officers prowl around the house and the area. Before we get started, I check on Skye to find her fast asleep. They ask me to give details, and I tell them as much as I can. It’s not like I saw a face or anyone actually entering the property.
There’s a knock at the door, and the officers seem alarmed.
“It’s okay,” I say as I stand. “It’s a…friend.”
