Eight
“Can we go outside?” Danny asked.
I’d forgotten she had been cooped up inside for days.
“OK,” I said. “Peter, we’ll take a walk around the block. Be back in a bit.”
I was sure it was safe. It wasn’t like the kidnappers had somehow tracked us to Portland.
Danella followed me out of the house and down the steps to the sidewalk. We could hear the distant traffic on the freeway. The sun was setting, and the huge old trees shut out most of the remaining light. I had always loved the big old oaks in this neighborhood. When I walked amongst them, I felt as though I were in a cathedral, only better, since I wasn’t fond of churches.
“I would have never left a place like this,” Danny said. “I would have stayed married just so I could live here.”
I laughed. “A house and neighborhood ain’
