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I slammed my hand into my chest to keep my heart from bursting, stilling the shake in my hands as I gazed out over the window again as the doorknob rattled harder.

“Oh God, oh god!” I whispered to myself, trying not to cry as my hands shook on the glass pane before I pushed it out, feeling a wave of vertigo hit before I brought my head back into the room, feeling fuzzy.

I wrung open the huge dresser, raking my eyes through the shadow of clothes hung neatly on the railing and backing away to shake my head.

What was I thinking? If I hid in...