A shadow crossed in front of the window, and then a metal cover in the door slid open a bare inch. An eye regarded her.
“Hi,” Jennet said. “Um - Tam, is that you?” Somehow she didn’t think so. Unease tightened the back of her neck and prickled down her spine.
The eye looked at her a moment more, then the peephole cover closed abruptly. Jennet waited, but there was nothing else - no greeting or dismissal, no opening door. She bit her lip. Should she knock again? Maybe it had been the little brother, and he didn’t know what to do. Although, whoever had been looking at her, it hadn’t felt like a kid.
“Hello?” she called. “Is Tam home?”
The silence continued on the other side of the door.
She waited for what felt like forever. Finally, Jennet turned away. Disappointment was sour in her mo
