Grace
I walked up to the front of the house, squinting under the morning sun, when I noticed a police car parked just a few feet away.
I slowed my steps.
A police car? Here?
I glanced around the neighborhood, instinctively scanning the nearby houses. Was there been an accident or a break-in? I was about to brush it off and head inside, until my steps halted. A police officer was standing directly in front of our house.
My stomach dropped.
My heart skipped a beat, panic surging through me. Did something happened to Eleanor, Wyatt, or the twins?
I ran towards the house.
“Excuse me!” I called out, my breath catching in my throat.
The officer looked up, clearly startled. He straightened, eyes scanning me quickly before his brows lifted in recognition.
“Wait… are you Grace?” he asked.
