5
Lenore curiously watched as her brother jumped out of his vehicle and strode across the lawn. He pushed her inside and closed the door behind himself. “Where is he?” he asked her.
She blinked. “Where is who?”
“Nick. Where is he?”
She shrugged. “I don’t know. He was-” She stopped herself from saying where he’d just been, but Stan caught her pause.
“So he was here. What did he want?” he questioned.
“He. . .he wanted to tell me something, but how’d you know he’d be here?” she wondered.
“He left a note telling me he’d be out for a while. Where else would he go besides here?” he pointed out.
“The store? The park?” she suggested.
“But he didn’t. He was here. What did he have to tell you?” Stan asked her.
Lenore bit her lip and turned away. “It’s. . .well, it’s kind of unb
