THE SIGHT OF HOME SHOULD have been enough to send my tension packing. Maybe it would have—if not for the bodies highlighted through three out of four illuminated windows. Although I’d been expecting the presence of so many, what my natural instincts insisted had to be an invasion of territory irked me enough that my virtual ruff puffed up in defence.
In the top window on the left, Jem’s profile filled the rectangle in silhouette, backlit by the ceiling bulb. A spilt second later, she vanished. Four seconds after that, the front door flew open.
The truck rolled to a stop, as Jem bounced down the front steps in her waddle-hobble. Sean chased after her, hands reaching, panic on his face like he had no idea where to grasp her. “Jem, wait!” He made another grab for her, but failed when she tw
