Once at home and settled in for the night, I became busy with my work in the upstairs office. Sealed off from the world in that tiny room with one reading chair, many hardback novels, and real estate texts on shelves, a 2017 calendar on the wall in front of me, and box of tissues for whenever I needed to blow my nose. There was one glass of untouched red wine in front of me, ready to sip. Alone in the quiet house. Relishing the silence. Just me. Working. So much work to be done. The life I enjoyed as a realtor. Happy work just for one. All by myself.
At approximately ten after ten, I sensed Miller in the house. It wasn’t my imagination playing tricks on me again; something that seemed to happen regularly in my life. Somehow, someway, he had found his way into the Tudor. Maybe I left the b
