Thinking Miriam had stopped over again for a quick chat, Mary Kate opened the door without first glancing though the peephole. She regretted that immediately. “Will.” She stared at him with a mixture of shock and trepidation. “Mary Katherine.” He stared at her with something that looked suspiciously like triumph in his eyes. “Are you surprised to see me?” She couldn’t speak. Couldn’t seem to form a single coherent thought. His postured stiffened, whether from her lack of response or her obvious fear, Mary Kate didn’t know. After the space of a heartbeat he murmured, “You didn’t think I’d come, did you?” She had hoped he wouldn’t find her. But deep down, she’d always feared he would. Afraid to say a word, Mary Kate attempted to push the door closed. If she caught him off guard, she could slam the door, deadbolt it against him, and simply bide her time until he got tired of waiting for her to emerge.
