The sun is beginning to go down, which means I slept for most of the day. It could be a kind gesture from Billy, or it could just be that he was distracted. Either way, I’ll take it. I do my best to slide off the bed quietly so I don’t wake Alicia, who is still sleeping in the bed. The floor squeaks as I tiptoe into the hallway. The basement door is cracked open and I can see the light on downstairs. The hammering grows louder as I make my way down the steps. I hold onto the railing as I try to wake myself completely. In the middle of the floor is my toolbox, which Billy must have found in the closet in the hallway upstairs. Billy is on his knees with his back to me and his arms are busy, although I can’t tell what he’s doing from my angle. He doesn’t hear me come down the stairs, so I walk slowly and try not to make any noises that may startle him, as I don’t know where his gun is. I stop when I reach him. I’m sure he senses me next to him, but he doesn’t look up from his work.
