Kathy made it home, the rain pattering on her car as she hurried upstairs towards the front door; just as she reached for the handle, her stepsister Skye unlocked it from inside, stepping back to let Kathy enter and closing the door behind them. With a wicked grin, she plotted her next move, a glint of mischief in her eyes. Entering the living room, she saw her father absorbed in his newspaper, the rustle of its pages a quiet backdrop to the clinking of her stepmother's teacup as Kathy entered. However, an elderly gentleman with kind eyes and a warm smile sat on the couch, a complete stranger to her.
"Father, who is that man?" Kathy asked, her eyes wide with curiosity as she pointed to a figure walking towards them.
"Let me introduce you to an old friend of mine, Harvey Crawford. Your
