Meagan knocked again. There was no movement inside, still. Sitting down on the cement stoop, she looked up at the sunlight fading over the buildings to the west and wondered how dark did it have to be before she would wake up? Can't she get up early? She sighed, frustrated and depressed. This day – this week almost! – had been bad enough, the last thing she needed was for her aunt to not answer the door. She looked up as a car drove down the alley behind the house, and her heart raced. Is it Mom? The car continued past without stopping. A garage door rattled somewhere far away. Waffling between terror and relief, she shifted around, trying to find a comfortable position. Leaning her head against the rough wood of door frame, she watched the light fade and wondered what she should have done.