C38 The Math of the Dark

The adrenaline hadn’t even left my tongue before the heavy oak door to the master bathroom slammed shut. The lock clicked, a sharp, definitive sound that bought me exactly what I needed. Time. Seconds.

I didn't waste a single one.

The moment the water in the shower began to hiss against the marble tiling, I scrambled to the small, silver key hidden beneath the velvet lining of my jewelry box