A silver convertible. Both rolled into the yard as though they belonged there.

Chapter 4 — You Won’t

Rebecca stepped out first — white linen dress, gold sandals, designer sunglasses covering half her face, blonde hair pinned to look effortless, though I knew it took the better part of an hour.

Trent climbed out in pressed slacks and loafers. Madison followed, now sixteen, taller than her mother, with the same sharp eyes and expensive impatience.

Cooper climbed out last, shoulders hunched over his phone.

Nine years without a visit. Now they arrived smiling.

I opened the front door before they reached it.