She walked slowly, gripping a stack of Angel Paws flyers she’d grabbed on her way out. Pretending to hand them out, she moved door to door, scanning each driveway, mailbox, and porch. She was nervous, unsure. Until she saw it—that SUV, parked crookedly in a gravel drive.
It was unmistakable. Same dents on the bumper. Same license plate. Josh’s car. Her heart lurched as she stood frozen on the opposite sidewalk. The blinds were drawn in the nearby windows. She stepped closer, inch by inch, until she reached the side of the yard—and that’s when she heard it.