I walked out of the kitchen without looking back and slowly climbed the carpeted stairs.

I set my foot firmly on each wooden step until I reached the top landing.

I went into our master bedroom and pulled the solid oak door shut behind me.

I turned the heavy brass lock button on the inside handle until it clicked firmly into the frame.

Downstairs, the entry door opened and closed, followed by the dull hum of the automatic garage door opening.

From the bedroom window, I could see the driveway below.