CHAPTER SIXTEEN
Addison made her way into the room where the boys were sleeping. She checked on them, kissed their heads, and covered them up. Although the room was on the second floor of the house, she walked over to the windows and made sure they were locked.
Sliding down to the floor, she pulled her cell from her back pocket and texted Carl.
What’s going on down there? Shall I contact the police?
She waited, and after a few minutes when there was no response, she dialed William. Her call went straight to voicemail. She was about to dial the police when Patrick quietly opened the door. He came in and knelt in front of her. “Addison,” he said, eyes wide. “What’s going on?”
She motioned toward the door and then stood quietly, and tiptoed out into the hall. Patrick followed. He leaned
