Becca's eyes shot open as she jerked awake, her mind all cluttered up from the dream she just had. It shouldn't even be called a dream, more like a nightmare. It was a horror show. A grotesque vision, yet it felt so real. Her heart hammered as she struggled to compose her breathing.
She sat up on the bed, wiping her eyes as it kept disgorging tears. Unnerve wasn't a good enough word to describe what Becca was at that moment. Her gaze then flitted across the room before landing on the space beside her on the bed. It was empty. Cold. Leo wasn't back yet.
Her heart banged harder, almost exploding at the force at which it slammed against her ribcage. She whipped her head to the clock that was hung on the wall. Exactly 10:30 pm and her terror shot up.
Why wasn't he back yet? He was never this late.
