Gina
As soon as I hang up the phone, I notice a dark figure in the doorway. He appears as though he’s been there all along, lurking in the shadows. I know instantly he isn"t one of the neighbors. He’s too tall and broad to be anyone I know.
“Afternoon,” he says, his voice thick and deep, with an accent I can"t place.
His eyes are dark. I can’t see his hair for the shadow of his hat. He takes it off, and I note the gold tie, the watch peeking from his pocket. The stranger on the porch is a man of means. Like Norman Fells, but not Norman Fells. A man of privilege, undoubtedly. There is something about him that instantly makes me weak in the knees, and it’s not his moneyed appearance.
He pulls at the broken screen door that Mona couldn’t fix and enters the house like he owns the place, wh
