Chapter 2
Late the next afternoon Sarah watched the top layer of night descend like a blanket over Salem. She was antsy waiting for James, so she straightened up the bookcases, cleared off the counter in the newly remodeled kitchen, and sighed again at the ladder leading up to the attic. She startled at the woodpecker-like knock at the door and looked through the window, shuddering when she saw the man outside. While it wasn’t the pock-faced monster come to drag her away, this visitor wasn’t any more welcome and she wondered if she could pretend she wasn’t home.
“What’s he doing here?” she said.
“Who is it?”
James came out of their bedroom and looked over her shoulder to see an unshaven black-haired man in dark glasses though the sun was gone.
“It’s my ex-husband.”
“What’s he doing h
