( Esther's Point of View)
The door didn't bang.
It didn't even make a noise.
It opened like it had done so before.
I hardly saw Matthew move because he was so fast. One second I was holding my phone and the letter, and the next second I was behind him, with his body blocking the door. His arm reached out a little, not touching me, but it was like a warning to stay back.
The man who came in wasn't loud. He wasn't in a hurry. He seemed calm, as if he knew he wouldn't be stopped.
He was tall and wore a plain dark jacket and a neat haircut. No fancy watch. No fancy shoes. He was the kind of guy you would forget about in a crowd, which made him scarier.
First, he looked at me.
He smiled after that.
He said, "Esther," softly. "Your dad told me to look for you."
My chest got cold.
Matt
