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. . . awakened to the sound of footsteps pacing overhead in his bedroom. he sat up quickly, tried to clear the sleep from his brain. as he listened to the footsteps going back and forth above him, he fought to control the panic threatening to immobilize him. sounds of shattering glass brought him to his feet. he flew up the staircase, down the hall to his bedroom and threw the door open.

no one there. nothing but an empty room, quiet and still. Tom looked for someone, but there was no one to find. he stood in the doorway and knew no one had been here. no one . . . except Elise. she had been here tonight, had been here all along. the wafting scent of lavender lingered. he whispered her name into the still air. it sounded like a question as it floated in the darkness. there was no answer. only the quiet, the silence just before dawn.

the moment passed. from outside came the sound of birds chattering. the first shafts of sunlight glided into the room. it was morning again. she was gone now. he closed the door, descended the stairs, dropped onto the couch, and shut his eyes. . . .