As soon as she hung up with Trevor, Izzy went through the house to the front door. The gaps in the boards of the windows let beams of sunlight in, the golden streams making millions of dust motes glitter and turning portions of the house into a minefield for her. The front door was barred from the inside. To make his entrance a bit easier than crawling through a window, she set to work removing the few boards keeping the door closed.
	With the boards made short work of, she could only wait. Finding a shadowy space, she sat and leaned her back against the wall. A physical and emotional weariness hung over her, and she found herself dozing slightly, only to be startled awake by the gruesome images that plagued her mind.
	When a knock came on the door, making the whole house creak, she startled to alertness and jumped to her feet. She breathed a sigh of relief at Trevor’s voice.
	“I’m here,” she called back to him, carefully moving to the side of the room to avoid bursting into flames when he opened the door. “Come in.”