Lena stepped forward and took Noah by his right hand.

She tugged him gently toward the wooden porch stairs.

“I just want to know who’s in that house when my son is there,” Michael said.

Lena stopped on the second step.

She glanced at the blue truck again.

“Travis is only dropping off a few groceries,” Lena said.

She turned and hurried Noah in through the front door.

The brass deadbolt clicked loudly shut from inside.