The Uber pulled up to a modest craftsman-style house in one of Seattle's trendier neighborhoods. My stomach was doing somersaults as I stared at the address that matched the one I had for Stella Jennings.
"You ready for this?" Tom asked, giving my arm a reassuring squeeze.
I let out a shaky breath. "As ready as I'll ever be, I suppose. Just...don't go easy on me in there, okay? If I'm going to get through to Stella, to understand what really happened, I need you to back me up. Be my voice of reason when I inevitably lose my cool."
Tom's expression turned serious as he gave a solemn nod. "You've got it. I may be a prankster at heart, but I know when to put on my professional game face. We're a team on this one, Stella. All in."
Squaring my shoulders, I headed up the walkway toward the f
