When John went into work the next morning, he was still exhausted. After making a roast chicken dinner for Amy, he had left her to go pay his respects to Lisa Harvey, Rich’s widow. It had been a painful evening because it reminded him of his own loss four years earlier. John had been unable to completely still the voices of suspicion that played in his mind and thoughts of Lisa’s devastation lingered. How much had Lisa known about Rich’s Satan worship and whether she might be part of it herself.
When he had come home Amy had been upstairs in bed, and he had undressed and crawled in next to her and went right to sleep. When they had awoken that morning, they had cuddled and talked for a time, and when Amy’s body language convinced him, it would be more than okay with her, they had made s
