We looked at each other for a moment with expressions of terror mirrored on our faces. She grabbed my wrist, dragging me behind the couch away from the door. I was shaking, more afraid than I’d ever been before. Someone was in our home and we were all alone with no one to help. All I could do was crouch on the ground and cover my head with my hands, crying and wishing our mum or Harley or someone could protect us.