She liked the cold breeze the open window offered, but her adrenaline had been running high when she’d gotten home, and the idea of not having everything locked up tight seemed like a bad one. Even though she hadn’t seen anything with her own eyes the night before, nothing could convince her that there hadn’t been something—or someone—watching her. At least the sounds from outside were back to normal when she woke. Even through the closed window, she could hear the rumble of the few cars that passed through town, birds chirping their usual songs, and the roar of chainsaws echoing through the woods. Everything was normal, or as normal as Dawn was used to. Even though she’d had trouble sleeping, Dawn had taken out her contacts and she’d put her dyed hair up in a loose bun before bed. Wearing her hair up showed her dark roots more easily, and she cursed herself for forgetting all about the dye that she’d meant to pick up earlier. “Crap,” she said as she examined her roots.
