Tyler’s Point of View.
I step out of the car. Claire is holding my hand. I squeeze it tightly.
We step up to the house and before we get to halfway down the driveway, a young girl barrels out of the front door, rushing to Claire. She lets go of my hand for a moment to embrace the young girl. This must be the youngest of the kids. Grace.
“Hey kiddo.” She says, giving the young girl a soft hug.
They stop hugging, and the young girl looks over at me with a menacing glare.
Claire’s voice turns from her usual lightness to a soft tone.
“Grace, this is my husband, Tyler.”
I place my hand out for a shake.
“Hello Grace, it is nice to meet you.”
Grace shakes my hand.
“Do you know James?” She blurts out.
“Yes, I do. He is one of my employees. Do you know him?”
Grace shakes her head yes, h
