I heard a slight noise, even though my bedroom door was shut. I thought for a moment, did I lock the glass door? I remember closing it; did I lock it?
I decided to check. I opened the bedroom door and a small noise grabbed my attention. Inside the sliding door stood a man, raggedly dressed. I was more curious than frightened.
“Are you there, sweetheart?” His voice crackly and strained. “I came back to see if you were still here, my love. I miss you.” I don’t think he saw me before he left. I locked the door.