Scottsdale, Arizona
Later That Day
When Pamela drove onto the driveway of her father’s house, she was reluctant to go inside. Not because she was avoiding her father, she had visited him every day during the past two weeks and sometimes spent the night. But today was different. Today, she was going to finally confront him about what she was thinking and planning. Her father knew it or at the very least suspected it.
Walking up the porch and opening the unlocked door, Pamela announced, “Hey, Dad. Are you there?”
She walked further into the living room but heard no response.
“Dad! Can you hear me?”
It was not unusual for the front door to be unlocked. Pamela’s father always kept the front door open. He felt safe in his neighborhood and considered it an insult to his neighbors if he loc
