HE WALKED STRANGERS THROUGH MY LAKE HOUSE LIKE HE OWNED IT

arms folded, already reading the air. Gareth a half-step behind her, jaw set in that smooth way he gets when he has rehearsed the drive up.

I opened the door before they knocked.

Diane saw the photos on the island first. Her hand went to her mouth.

Gareth saw the photos second.

But it was the thing sitting next to the photos that made the color drain out continue reading …