Chapter Eight
The problem with this time of year was how early it got dark.
Katy parked her Jeep beside the rest of the family’s cars and took in their warm and welcoming home. What a difference from Rhonda Walker’s. She stepped out of the Jeep and into the light flooding from the front window of the home she’d grown up in, feeling the love and warmth that made this more than just a house.
She pulled open the door and stepped into the warmth, hearing voices, laughter, and clattering from the kitchen. Steven poked his head out with that crooked smile she loved, and then a quirk of his brow.
“You’re home,” he said. “How’d it go?”
She shrugged as she kicked off her shoes, noting Jack’s, Fletcher’s, and Steven’s all kicked off in a disorderly pile. “It was interesting,” she said and slipp
