The sound of the kitchen cabinets being slammed shut roused her from her sleep, her thoughts foggy and slow from the unexpected, abrupt interruption. She forced her eyes open and glanced over at the clock on her bedside table where the numbers glowed 2:00 A.M.

Too early to get up for work, she thought.

She rolled over and repositioned her pillow, enveloped by her soft billowy comforter. Her eyes were heavy with fatigue and annoyance flowed through her mildly, as she wondered why Danny would be rifling through the cabinets in the middle of the night. The thought swirled through her mind but started to slowly fade away. Just as she was about to fully succumb to sleep, her eyes shot open and fear seized her heart with the sudden realization that Danny was in New York on a business trip. Whoever was downstairs making noise was not her husband.

Just then, she saw the shadowy figure of a man standing at her bedroom door, and as he began to approach, she stifled a horrified scream.