I’ve moved on to another WIP. It’s just an idea at the moment, so bear with me for the first few posts.
Hannah woke the next morning, drained and with a hangover-like thick head, grateful it was the weekend, although, fingers crossed, there wouldn’t be any call-outs today. She’d tossed and turned all night, every little noise had not only woken, but also worried her, ending in three full-house checks during the night. The alarm clock told her it was after nine already, time to at least make an effort to get the day started. Not that she had to do much, but the usual grocery shopping, her laundry, and she’d promised herself she’d go to the beach in the afternoon to read a book of her choice. It’d been hectic since she’d taken over the medical practice, she’d forgotten how to have a lazy day.
She stood, reached for a hair tie on the bedside table and pulled her hair into a pony tail, now looking forward to a relaxed day. After washing her hands in the bathroom, she headed to the kitchen for breakfast, but froze once she got to the door.
There was no way he’d been able to sneak into the house without her hearing it. How the hell did he do it? And for Pete’s sake, why?
He grinned. “The one and only.”
With tilt of her head, she crossed her arms in front of her chest, exhaling a long breath.
“Did you sleep well?”
She headed to the kettle to switch it on. “You know very well, I didn’t. I was scared shitless and you’re the reason.”
He stood and came closer.
Reaching for a knife, she threatened, “Don’t come closer. I’d hate—”
With a nod, he responded in a mere whisper, “Hannah, I’m not real.”
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