here,” Jolene whispered.
What happened next unfolded slowly, over the course of that long, dark night — with no one else in the house, no phone within Jolene’s reach, and two four-year-olds who knew things no children their age should know.
Carlton pulled back into the driveway at 6:47 AM. The front door was open.
He ran inside.
The kitchen was empty. continue reading …
