Every light was on, every door open, every curtain daring to be touched. The night air was still warm from the summer oven, but the hallway had goosebumps running up its walls.

You sat on the edge of the sofa, a blanket someone had wrapped around you, a paramedic's emergency kit unzipped beside you, and an officer in a dark blue uniform crouched in front of you, clipboard in hand.

Not like a knock. Like a storm breaking in.

Then she was across the room.