“What does Frank have to do with any of this?” I asked.

Caroline smirked, picked up her stack of cardboard trays, and shoved through the double doors out into the parking lot.

She left the heavy door swinging behind her, letting in a gust of freezing winter air.

By five thirty, the evening sky had gone completely dark when I pulled into my driveway on Maple Lane.

Evan was standing on the front porch under the yellow porch light, wearing his heavy flannel robe and holding his phone in his right hand.

I opened the trunk of my sedan and reached for the unopened gift boxes I had carried back from the community center.