GLORIA

“No,” I blurted, shaking my head before I could stop myself. “Michael, no. I can’t.”

His brows pinched. “Why not?”

“Because…” My voice cracked. I gripped the blanket tighter, scrambling for words. “We don’t even know this man. Who he is. Where he came from. For all we know he could be a scammer, or… or a kidnapper. And you want me to just walk into his house?”

Michael’s face pulled into confusion. “Gloria, what’s wrong with you?”

His eyes searched ...