The men in the house are speaking Spanish as they move from room to room.
We’re hiding in the bedroom closet. I can hear Jeff in my head. You should have listened to me. You should have been prepared. I’d laughed at him. A panic room. That sort of idea was why we couldn’t stay married. Jeff, always suspicious, even paranoid. His “go bag,” his guns, his three days of emergency food. Ready for anything. I couldn’t take it.
The men are coming upstairs. Janey starts squirming on my lap, this game no longer fun.
I wish Jeff was here.