NineKerry walked up the drive towards Jake and Katherine's house, the Atlantic Ocean behind her, shimmering in the spring sunlight. She knocked on the front door, waiting a minute for any signs of activity. Nothing. She stepped left, peering in through the lounge window. The downstairs of the house looked as deserted as the last time she'd visited. She wandered around to the carport, trying the kitchen door in the hope it would miraculously open for her. It was locked.
“Still no sign of them?” a voice said behind her. Kerry wheeled around to see a middle-aged woman with dark hair stood on the driveway in a floral dressing gown.
“No,” Kerry said, the disappointment showing on her face.
The woman approached her, pulling her dressing gown tight as the breeze tried to expose her to the elem
