They’d finally come for her. They knew what she was doing and now it was all over. Just like Hunter. Just like her baby. Just like him, she would never come back. Her throat froze and for a moment she couldn't swallow. The knock came again, sending a jolt of electricity through her. The Revs didn't knock. If the Movers came to get her, they wouldn't be knocking at her door. They'd kick it down and carry her out, probably bloody and screaming. Or fast asleep on tranquilizers. “Who is it?” she finally said. She realized she was standing in the middle of the living room, shaking like a leaf. She glanced towards the kitchen to make sure everything was covered, then quickly placed herself in a chair and grabbed a nearby book. “It's Tom from next door,” came a muffled voice. Viv relaxed. Tom had been very nice when he moved in. She had helped him carry his boxes up after the Revs took his house. He’d invited her over for coffee after, but she’d politely declined as she had to dash to work.
