Chapter 5
December 25th
Casey
Loud banging on the front door woke Casey, and he grunted in protest and rolled over to look at the time.
Who the heck was knocking on their door at seven in the morning on Christmas Day?
He wiped the sleep from his eyes with stiff fingers, swung his legs over the side of the bed, and rummaged around their discarded pile of clothes from the night before until he found his sweatpants. After pulling them on, he grabbed his T-shirt, but scrunched his nose and threw it back on the floor again when he realized it was stiff with dried spunk.
Yawning, he wandered out into the living room, raked his fingers through his hair to get it away from his face, and threw open the door, ready to unleash some sharp words on the early morning visitor.
The porch was empty,
