Chapter 18
I rang the Miller’s doorbell, and it punctuated the air with a loud ding dong. With my hand now free, I bent down to pick up the large containers I’d left on the ground, hugging them to my chest.
A thick beam of sunlight warmed my back like my own personal heater. Ah, this was nice. Not too hot to be out, but warm enough to ditch my cardigan in the car. Fortunately, I’d dressed accordingly in my favourite sleeveless floral dress, the hem billowing just above my kneecaps as I shifted restlessly on my feet.
Worried thoughts gnawed away at me after a minute passed and nobody had answered the door. Did I come too early? Had I gotten the address wrong? Surely not. I eyed the right side of the house where blue balloons decorated the front porch, attached by ribbons to the bushes bo
