at the kitchen table with a mug of coffee that had gone cold.
Toby stood at the window, staring at Kelsie’s house.
The curtains were closed.
Her car was parked in the driveway.
Everything looked perfectly ordinary.
That was what unsettled me most.
How could someone do something so deliberate and then wake up the next morning as if nothing had happened?
At around eight, our doorbell rang.
We both froze.
Toby looked at me.
“Don’t tell me—”
I glanced at the security monitor.
Kelsie was standing on our porch.
