I heard the backdoor opening slowly. It's old hinges creaking. A heavy stillness lay over the rest of the house.
I lay in my bed waiting to see what developed. My heart beat faster, a catch in my breath. Let's see my gun was on the nightstand, a club lay on my dresser, if I needed it I had a weapon in every room of the house.
The floor boards gave forth little, tiny, groans adjusting to the weight of someone travelling across them. My eyes strained to see in the darkness.
A shape filled the doorway, “You awake, Hun?”
My husband had come home.