Three Weeks After Lucas Was Gone, Charles Claimed the House on Maple Street
I counted my breaths the way the hospital class had taught us, four in, six out.
Through the door, I could hear the desk chair scrape.
Then a low, puzzled voice.
“Victoria.
Victoria, come back in here.”
I didn’t answer him.
“Victoria, the bank site won’t let me in.” His voice had changed pitch.
“What did you do?”