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Third Person POV - at the Manor - November 4th

Fallon slowly made her way up the steps, being mindful of her stitches. She got to the top and went to her room.

She sat down on her bed and leaned against the pillows, pulling out her phone to play around on it to pass the time.

There wasn't much she could do because of her recovering injury, and with Liam out working, she had no choice but to sit and do nothing.

Fallon had been home from the hospital for about a week now, and for the most part, she had been doing really well. Liam told the family to back off a little bit and explained the situation, and that is exactly what they have done. Despite wanting to go see how Fallon was doing, they respected her wishes and stayed away.

Every now and then, when Fallon would come downstairs for some exercise and fresh air, she would make small talk with whoever was around, at a distance. Slowly but surely, her PTSD was starting to get better.

Better, but not gone entirely.

Liam was proud of her for her efforts and how well she had been doing, and he had decided she was well enough to be left at home alone for a few hours, hence him being at work.

Despite things going well, sometimes they had believed that they were back at square one. Fallon had started to go through panic attacks more frequently, similar to the one she had at the hospital. They were caused by Fallon's overthinking, whether it be hearing footsteps in the hall or waking up after having a nightmare. Liam was always by her side, however, and she was able to recover from them in just a few minutes. She hadn't had one in a couple of days, which they thought was a good sign.

Fallon typed a message to her husband.

'hey babe, how's work?'

She knew that she shouldn't bother him while he was working, but she was bored out of her mind.

'goin good, im almost done with chapter five. are you still good over there?'

She smiled down at the screen, happy that Liam was still looking out for her even though he wasn't home. Thumbs hovering over her keyboard, she thought about what she should say next.

'yeah, im good.'

She hit send, waiting for another response.

As she sat in silence, she jumped when she heard a thump in her closet. Fallon's eyes widened and she leaned forward, staring at the door. No other noise came out of it, but she remained a little ruffled.

She could see that Liam was typing because of the bouncing dots in the message bubble, but she cut him off with another message.

'i heard a noise coming from the closet'

She rested her hands down on her lap and continued to look across the room. She snapped out of her mini trance when her phone buzzed.

'theres nothing there, fal, youre okay'

Not even a second later, another text came through.

'go look in the closet to make yourself feel better. i assure you, theres nothing to be worried about'

He just told her not to worry, but she was, in fact, worrying. How could she not?

'okay'

Fallon put her phone down on the comforter and slowly got up. Her breathing quickened as she approached the closet door, and reaching out a shakey hand, she swiftly pulled it back before making contact with it. She stared at the door handle, frozen in her spot.