Chapter Four
Tommy woke and spent his morning puttering around the house and checking his phone every few minutes to see if Deirdre had called. He kept an eye out the front window to see if she left. He finally saw his opening when Mrs. O’Leary walked down the front steps and to her car—alone. Since he hadn’t seen Deirdre leave, this was his chance to talk to her.
Once Mrs. O’Leary’s car was down the block, he jogged across the street and knocked on the front door. A cold wind whipped up. A sweatshirt would’ve been nice, but he thought Deirdre would answer the door. Maybe she was still asleep.
He’d raised his hand to knock one more time before giving up when it swung open. Deirdre looked even more exhausted than she had last night. Dark circles marred the pale skin beneath her eyes.
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