Neither of them were listening to me. Please, don't misunderstand
me, I was feeling a mild wash of relief that my daughter-in-law
appeared to be emerging from her coma like sleep, even if she wasn't
actually regaining consciousness yet. I even stole a glance or two
at my boy, in the hope that I might see him display similar signs.
But there was something happening at our front door, something
definitely unexplained, and neither my husband nor Oak seemed to be
the least bit concerned about it.
“What about the door?” I asked once more, but the two if them
just continued their bickering over Fiona's body. “Never mind,”
I declared, “I'll see to it myself.”
Stepping into the hallway, I immediately spotted the front door
handle twisting and turning. I could hear a voice too, shouting
somewhere in the distance. “Oh well,” I mumbled to myself, “In
for a penny...” and I reached forward to open the door.
