Cinda had woken up to no Gabe. Lori had informed her that he was not here, and had her come and sit in the kitchen where, in her words “She could keep an eye on her, while Gabe wasn’t here to do it.”
That annoyed her. She didn’t need a babysitter at all, as far as she was concerned. That person in her house could simply have been some silly teenager and there was nothing in her house of value at this point to steal, so had left empty-handed.
She had let Gabe rattle her, that was all, and now that she had settled down, calmed down and thought about it with a clear head and come to her senses, she knew it was nothing. She had been living on her own for just over a year now, and never had an issue. There was nothing about her life that was, in anyway, suspicious, it was just a coincidence.
