My fingers were damp from the porch boards.

Samantha had told me once, in her office, to call her before I called anyone else.

I hadn’t understood it then.

I pressed Samantha’s name.

Through the door, I heard Charles say something to Courtney.

His voice was calm, the way it got when he was sure of a room.

I looked down at the porch boards.

The line rang once.