“After that it’s out of my hands.”

The driver climbed down from the cab.

“Ma’am, do you want the all-weather mats out of the trunk before I haul this off?”

“Yes. Thanks.”

He took them out, propped them against the garage door in a stack of four, and went back to his levers.

The blinds in the master bedroom rose and dropped again in one motion.

Gloria came out the front door with Brooke a step behind, both of them still in their robes.

Gloria pressed her hand flat to her chest.