Julia

Van opened the door to the entry and we stepped beyond the glass French doors. Through the sidelights we could gaze out onto the driveway. The SUV was parked facing the south wing, as the doors began to open—three of them. My stomach sank and I reached for Van’s hand. His body stiffened beside mine.

“Fuck,” Van muttered under his breath.

I could barely articulate what was happening. “They brought ...