Kill Switch by Penelope Douglas

Winter
Present
I came out of the shower, dressed and drying my hair with a
towel as I heard the motors of heavy trucks and a jackhammer
outside again.
What were they doing? It had been going on since
yesterday morning, but I tried not to care at first, and then I
just thought it was more installations from the new security.
They’d been installing an alarm system and changing locks,
but this sounded like serious construction.
I walked to the end of the hall, past my bedroom, and
stood at the window, the warning beeps of a truck moving in
reverse sounding off outside and workers calling out to one
another. I couldn’t hear what they were saying, though.
Damon had disappeared again after the fight in my
bedroom, and I hadn’t talked to him or heard him in the house
for almost two days.
Two days of freedom, rehearsing at the studio, practicing
more at home, planning with Rika and Alex and brainstorming
ideas for how to get me on some show bills or into outdoor
festivals.