Chapter Thirteen
The Interrogation
I made sure I got home right in the “safe time” as I thought of it, not too early, not too late. Daniel and Stephanie’s car was already in the garage, which was normal too, so I took a calming breath, straightened my clothes, and acted like it was just another day at work. Normal. Everything was normal.
The house was quiet, almost deathly so. Usually one of them was in the kitchen, rattling pots and pans around for dinner while the other either finished up on some writing or prepared for class the next day. The television or at least the cd player would be on and the house full of life, activity. None of that happened now.
The kitchen was dark. A single, small lamp was on in the living room and I steered toward the dim light. Daniel and Stepha
