by me as I made them.
Aunt May approved.
“He doesn’t stand in front of you,” he said. “He stands beside you.”
One afternoon, when I arrived home, I found the front door open.
Grant arrived within minutes and searched the house. Someone had opened the desk drawers and taken money from a jar.
“This wasn’t a coincidence,” he said. “Someone was looking for you.”
Three days later, Kyle showed up on Aunt May’s porch.
Five years had passed, but hearing his voice instantly brought back the old fear.
“Lena,
