When the driver pulled into the driveway, I didn’t want to go inside. Every image, every sound from the footage I’d seen, kept looping through my mind. I hesitated for a while, but then I mustered the strength to leave the car. 

I pushed open the front door. 

“Scott?” I called out, but my voice came out softer than I meant, but there was no answer. 

I moved through the foyer. When I reached his office door, it was ajar. I hesitated before pushing it open. Scott was there, ...