white garage door.
Then she stepped backward, examining her work.
She seemed almost satisfied.
Toby stared at the screen, his jaw tightening.
“I’m going outside.”
I grabbed his arm.
“Wait.”
“She’s on our property, vandalizing our house!”
“I know. But I want to know what she’s doing here. And I don’t want her to claim we misunderstood what happened.”
I wasn’t sure where that thought came from. Perhaps it was the shock. Perhaps some part of me still couldn’t accept that the friendly woman who lived ten feet away was
