As soon as he heard the sound of feet landing on the gravel, Gerald shot to the window and stared. From his vantage point upstairs, in what was once the master bedroom, and in total darkness, he remained motionless. The only detectable movement was the tangible beating of his heart, hammering inside his chest as a result of his fear and confusion. Every step she took raised the feeling of panic in his stomach. His throat was dry and his mind raced.
Gerald felt as though God was still punishing him for earlier misdeeds. Why else would three people come to this house on the same day when, at times, weeks would pass without a single soul invading his carefully crafted privacy. First, the complainer, then, the questioner, and now, the spy. Maybe she was with the police too and the earlier vi
