Emily sat on the edge of the bed counting the chimes from the antique Grandfather clock, in the downstairs hall. One, two, three, four, four am. She’d heard Steve come home, stumble up the stairs, and shut his bedroom door around two in the morning. By now, he’d be deep into a drunken sleep, not waking till late in the day. If I’m going to survive, now is the time to leave and disappear, forever.