*Xander*
I'm not sure what I saw looking in our window. Every single hair on my arms was standing on end as I stood on the porch, squinting into the pitch-black night. A soft breeze was rustling the grain in the distance. It was overcast. The entire area was bathed in nothing but blackness.
I'd seen eyes. I knew that much. And they had been looking past me, trying to catch a glimpse of Lena.
I leaned on the railing, gripping it so tightly the muscles of my arms flexed with tension. I looked down the pathway toward the bunkhouse, narrowing my eyes at the single light that was on inside.
Had some creep snuck out of the bunkhouse and peered into our window, not expecting me to be awake?
I hardly ever slept. Not deeply, at least. I'd spent the last four hours listening to Lena's labor
