She knew exactly when he arrived home. The sound of car tires crunching gravel carried into the house. She was on the dining table, eyes stuck in a book when she heard him walk through the front door. His dress shoes clicked against the linoleum floor, her pulse thumping faster the closer he got. He was close. Her mother was nowhere in sight.
She needed to get up and leave but her body seemed frozen to the spot.
Her heart was now in her throat. She bit back a scream. She didn't acknowledge him when he stepped into the room with her, knowing running away now would be futile. He moved to stand right next to her. Her eyes remained downcast.
Perhaps if she ignored him long enough he might leave.
