The winter wind howled through the trees as Zach stood frozen on the porch.
The hooded figure was gone.
Only fresh snow covered the road.
No footprints.
No tire tracks.
Nothing.
His instincts, the ones that had saved his life more than once, told him this wasn’t over.
Someone had come to deliver a message.
Someone who wanted the Hunter family to know they were being watched.
⸻
Emily wrapped her arms around herself as Zach closed the front door behind him.
“Did you see who it was?” she asked.
He slowly shook his head.
“No.”
Lily looked from one adult to another.
“What’s wrong?”
Emily forced a smile.
“Nothing, sweetheart.”
But Lily had lived through too much to believe that answer.
She quietly walked over and slipped her hand into Emily’s.
“I’m okay,” she whispered.
Emil
