I still don't know what they were after. It was lucky the police showed up when they did, or I don't know what might have happened," Leah said.
Carrie's eyes widened at her mention of the police.
"So it was the police outside? I didn't hear sirens or anything."
"Standard procedure apparently, when the intruders are still in the house," Leah explained. "I was hiding under the bed when they came in." There was no way she was going to tell Carrie the truth, but she felt she had to give her something in order to get rid of her.
"Oh, my word! You must have been terrified!"
"Yeah, it was quite something. Say, you haven't had issues like this before, have you?"
"No, nothing like that. This has always been a very safe area," Carrie mumbled, obviously impressed by Leah's version of events. "Well, do let me know if you need anything. I'd better be off making sure the kids are dressed for school..."
Good. Leah smiled and nodded at Carrie as she said her goodbyes. Hopefully, that would be the first and last time she had to tell that particular story to anyone.
Leah wrapped her arms around herself against the chill still coming through her open front door. She'd changed things a bit, but her new version of events was so much more plausible than what had actually gone down, it actually felt a bit real.
She glanced over to the left, in the direction of Matt's place. Unbelievable that he still hasn't made contact. After everything that had happened.
Leah took a couple of steps outside and peeped across the low hedge separating their houses. His place looked dark - not that that was unusual - but just a bit darker than normal. As though he wasn't even home. But how could that be, when he himself had admitted to her that he never left his house?
Well anyway, if he wanted to hide himself away from her also, that was his problem, not hers. Leah took a deep breath, suppressing the sting in her chest that had first developed hours before when she'd messaged him and not had a response.
She shook her head and walked back inside, returning to the neatly lined up bottles of essential oils she'd left in her otherwise pristine kitchen. Sniffing the various combinations one by one, none of them seemed quite right.
No matter how hard she tried to concentrate, it was no use, though. Angry or hurt, she couldn't stop herself from feeling something. Something that affected her ability to work.
Alone. Yes, that was it. Out here in this new place that had turned out to be not as safe as she'd hoped; she suddenly felt very alone.
Chapter Seven
After a short drive in the back of a windowless van, Matt reached the supposed base; an old warehouse that looked somewhat like an impromptu command center from any generic espionage movie. Were these guys for real?
There was a lot of activity. Blindfolded and handcuffed men were being led through the warehouse and locked away somewhere in another part of the building. At the same time, the entire team of people involved in the action - they identified themselves as "the Alliance" - deposited weapons, communication equipment, and other items on their respective desks.
Matt took a seat at an unoccupied table and just observed. It was like a strange dream, like he had found himself in the middle of a Hollywood movie, and he was the only one aware that none of this was in any way normal.
As Matt looked around, his brain tried to make sense of it all. These people were like him. He'd seen it.
That meant that either all of them were as crazy as he was, or that his self-identified delusions were true. He'd convinced himself that the things he experienced were in his head for so long, it was near impossible to accept the opposite.
And what about Leah? She didn't know anything about this stuff, so she had to be even more confused than he was right now. To think he burst into her bedroom fully shifted... No wonder she'd been shocked. And he couldn't do a bloody thing about it!
"It's really you. I can't believe