I Arrived For Sunday Dinner At My Daughter’s House

Claire,” he said, already gentle, already opening his bag. “Let’s take a look.”

Andrew tried to follow.

Daniel put a hand on his chest and stopped him.

“Not you.”

Andrew slapped the hand away.

That was stupid.

Both officers were in the hall before the sound had finished.

Beth gasped. Margaret shouted something useless. Peter moved against the wall, hands continue reading …