She could feel the hair on her neck stand as she walked through the quiet road toward her house. The evening was quiet, the kind that made every sound echo louder than it should. Only a few people were on the road. Daniel walked beside her, his arms carefully holding a sleeping Rena against his chest. The little girl’s soft breathing was steady, her face pressed against Daniel’s shoulder, completely unaware of the unease running through her mother.
Beverly walked a short distance in front of them, swinging a black-and-white tote bag lazily with one hand, humming a cheerful tune under her breath. Her tune carried lightly in the air, but for Mirabella, the growing knot in her stomach increased.
Just like the past three days. She always felt weird walking on the road.
Daniel’s voice broke
