I Rescued a Stray Dog — When I Changed His Old Collar, a Hidden Note Inside Made My Blood Run Cold

an hour.

“Martha, you don’t have to entertain anyone. Sit down. Please.”

“I’m fine,” I told her, although I wasn’t.

Daniel’s younger brother, Greg, kept drifting through the house as if he were looking for something he’d misplaced.
Twice, I caught him out in the garage, just standing there with his hands in his pockets.

Later, by the coffeepot, my brother-in-law continue reading …