Amelia’s POV
The steady hum of my car engine did little to drown out the thoughts racing through my mind. My conversation with John earlier that afternoon had left me shaken. Richard’s death, the will, and the looming threat over Mark’s future—it all felt like a storm gathering on the horizon. I couldn’t concentrate at the cafe so I closed early in a hurry to go home and see my baby, Mark. I clenched the steering wheel tighter, focusing on the road ahead as I drove home.
By the time I pulled into the driveway, twilight had settled over the neighborhood. The faint glow of the porch light illuminated the path to the front door, but an unease settled deep in my chest. I quickly got out, and went straight to the door. Panic gripped me as I unlocked the door and stepped inside. The house was
