As Aislin drove home, gale force winds gathered force deep within her. She jammed the car into park, slamming the door behind her, not bothering to lock, then stormed the house.
As Otto watched her from the window of The Beast, his phone vibrated. He glanced at it, saw Nick’s number but let it go through to voicemail. He slipped out, locked the door, and hurried down the street.
The house shook as Aislin walloped the front door closed, jarring Letty upstairs in her room. Letty carefully crept across the floor, avoiding the creaky spots and quietly closed her door.
Aislin burst into the kitchen, looking for her grandmother, looking for a fight. She scanned the garden. Letty usually left a trail of tools and debris, but it was devoid of all signs of occupation. Letty’s car was in its usual spot, yet there was no sign or sound of her in the house.
She poured a glass of cold water and sat at the table. A few days ago, in this same room, she felt surrounded by love and a sense of belonging. Now, as she looked around, she felt nothing.