Silence. Real silence this time. No breathing. No movement.
She saw the shadow first—a thickening of the dark by her window, which she could have sworn she’d locked. The figure was patient. He held a small brown bottle and a folded white handkerchief. He was waiting for her to fall back asleep. Threat- Chloroform- One woman who was attacked ...
So she couldn’t let him get near her face. Silence