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Family Values
Nathan Trower’s house looked as unlived in as it had before, the only difference now being that the driveway was ankle-deep with snow. Emily paused at the end of the driveway, observing a line of boot prints that led up to the front door. Alan hadn’t plowed this section of road, and a line of tyre tracks were clearly visible coming up from the valley and stopping outside Nathan’s house, where they reversed and then headed back the way they had come.
A home delivery. From the way the tracks had begun to fill up again, Emily guessed it had been a couple of hours ago.
So, Nathan hadn’t been out yet today. At least that meant she could break the news of the village’s defiance on her own terms.
She walked up to the front door. The other boot prints paused by the doorbell,
