We left Vance’s office at four.

The air outside had turned cold and smelled of damp oak and autumn rain over the hills.

Sophie and I walked across Main Street toward the little town park.

Weak sunlight came down through the bare oak branches over the gravel path.

Sophie pushed her hands into her coat pockets.

Her phone lit up in her palm with three missed calls from Dean’s cell.

She swiped the screen dark without answering.