Chapter 4: Rule #1

I didn't move. I lay there in the dark with my heart going like a bird in a jar, and I listened. A floorboard. Breath that wasn't mine. Close. Close enough that I felt the air change beside my face. Then the soft click of my door pulling shut. I counted to sixty. I turned on the lamp with a hand that didn't feel like it belonged to me. The door was locked. From the inside. The chair was still under the knob. Exactly how I'd left it. And on the pillow beside my head sat a small white box. I...