Despare moved as slowly as he could. A misstep now, any miscalculation at all, could mean the end. He had worked much too hard to fail like this. He pressed on, quietly. When he tried the catch again, it gave.
He let out his breath slowly and closed his eyes. He was in.
The light clicked on.
“…Pat?” she asked, the sleep heavy in her voice.
He said nothing.
“What the hell time is it?” she began to rummage around on the bed to look for her…Read more