Cracks spiderwebbed the picture window, obscuring Carla’s view of Janet and Jake. What in the hell did I just do? Carla squeezed her eyes shut. This can’t be happening. This can’t be happening. When she opened them, the window was still broken, the scene in the living room just the same, only this time both Jake and Janet were staring straight at her, their mouths agape. Letting out a shriek, Carla whirled around and stumbled on a bush. She lurched forward, half falling, half flying, and landed face down on the grass. Jake’s front door burst open. He stood above her, looking down, his naked body highlighted by the last rays of the setting sun. “Carla? What’s going on?” “Nothing. Nothing. Never mind.” Carla scrambled to her feet. For a moment, she couldn’t think, couldn’t speak, couldn’t even breathe.
