“Don’t ignore your body when it speaks to you.”

By three o’clock, I was back at the glass mansion, sitting in the kitchen, when the low hum of an engine filled the garage.

Daniel had come home hours before his late meeting was supposed to start.

I opened the mudroom door and stepped into the cool garage just as he reached into the back seat of his black sedan.

The sound of his imported Italian leather shoes echoed sharply against the polished concrete floor as he stepped around the rear bumper.