Go home and stay away from that family.”

I drove straight to Sarah’s house on Elm Street.

The afternoon sun was pouring through her front bay window, lighting up the dust over her coffee table.

Sarah sat on her floral sofa with her legs tucked up under her gray sweatpants.

She kept tapping her phone screen with her right thumb.

I sat in the armchair across from her and told her about the morning.

I described the white sedan tearing up the park grass, what Lily had said about Paul’s hidden letters, and the stern warning from Officer Reed.