The ringing of the doorbell stirred Isabella from her nightmarish daydream. She tiptoed to the door, opening it just enough to see out. Over the stair railing, she could see Wyatt, who now had on a shirt, walking toward the door. As he opened the front door, he motioned with his hand for a nice-looking healthy, fit man to come in.

"Hi, Dave, come on in. Coffee's fresh and hot, just like you like it," Wyatt said in greeting.

"Good! I can use a cup."

Dave laughed ...