“Get your coat,” I told Ava.
Marcus lived forty minutes away, in the same house he’d owned for twenty years.
I had been there for barbecues.
I had sat on his back porch and watched him play with his dogs while Daniel grilled and Chloe ran through the sprinkler.
I had never once looked at him and thought: *he knows.*
He answered the door in a flannel shirt, coffee in hand.
When he saw my face, the color left his.
“Ellen.”Death & Tragedy
“We need to talk,” I said.
“Inside.”
He stepped back.
His eyes moved to Ava behind me and something happened in them — not surprise.
Recognition.
The look of a man who has been waiting for a knock on the door for five years.
We sat at his kitchen table.
He didn’t offer coffee.Real Estate
“You know why I’m here,” I said.
Marcus set his mug down.
