I noticed only seven people reacted.
The herd was thinning.
But the ones left were coming.
Part 4
Friday morning was beautiful in a way that felt almost disrespectful.
The lake was glassy. The sky was pale blue. Sunlight moved across the kitchen floor in clean white rectangles. My coffee tasted stronger than usual. Or maybe I was just awake in a different way.
The locks were changed.
The alarm was armed.
The cameras were recording.
The registered letters had already gone out.
Soraya was on standby.
Elowen was watching the family chat.
And I was sitting on the screened porch in sweatpants, waiting like the heron.
At 11:46 a.m., the first car arrived.
Not my parents.
A black SUV with Ohio plates rolled into the driveway and stopped near the front walk. Two men stepped out. Both were in their forties. Neither carried luggage. Neither looked confused. They looked like people who had been promised access.
