“She was coming back home to see me,” Arthur confessed in a low tone.

“Then why in the world didn’t she come inside your house?” I demanded to know.

Arthur slowly closed his tired eyes as tears leaked down his wrinkled face.

“I watched them both on my front door camera,” Arthur admitted painfully.

“Paige rang the doorbell twice.

Ryan stood right beside her holding her hand.

They just stood there waiting patient on the porch.”

“And where were you?” I asked, horrified.