WE MADE IT THROUGH Shrewsbury traffic, and at ten-to-six, I knocked on Jess’s front door, jigging on the spot while I waited for her to answer. As I sent a backward glance toward Ethan in the truck, where I’d made him wait, the kids shouted to their mum, inside the house, that someone had knocked.
“Coming,” Jess said, footsteps descending the stairs.
Following a rattle of keys worthy of a caretaker, Jess emerged around the swinging door. I stared up at my sister, her appearance a contrast to my own—brown hair and small, hazel eyes to my blond and big blues. Even our noses and mouths didn’t match, yet strangers always pegged us as sisters, somehow.
She sighed before smiling, giving a slight headshake. “Why aren’t I surprised to see you here?”
“Sorry.”
As she peered down from the step,
