The sudden, loud banging on the door jolted Selma out of her drowsy state. She could hear someone outside, shouting Corbin's name, and pounding on the door relentlessly. The sound reverberated through the house, echoing in the silence of the night. Selma's heart raced as she wondered who could be at the door at such an ungodly hour.
Lincoln was sleeping soundly beside her, his breathing slow and even.
"Corbin! Corbin! Open the door, please!" the voice outside grew louder.
"Corbin!"
"Who is this? What time is this?" Lincoln mumbled, partially awake.
Selma glanced at the window while sitting up in the bed. The Sun was yet to rise, but the sky looked brighter.
"Maybe seven?" She offered.
Feeling annoyed and sleep-deprived, she dragged her tired self out of the bed. She made her way to the front door. Her husband was hot on heels behind her.
"Corbin, open the door!"
