est Virginia slid open with a loud groan. Six years. 2,190 d

thick, the same as it

esla. He looked different. More polished, more expensive. He didn't mov

f warmth for me, were

, his voice flat.

d didn't begin to co

hand reaching for the passeng

seat," he said,

le Clark. His high school sweetheart. The woman who

. Caleb. My son. He was only four when I le

ispered, my v

ere filled with a coldness

in Aunt Gabby's seat?" Caleb'

d, his tone softening only f

g. I remembered every single detai

tructed, not looking at me. "We have

lap. The car was silent as we pulled away from t

" I asked, trying to

going to see Aunt Gabby. Dad said you h

or the assault she faked? For t

added, his voice filled with a strange, rehearsed righte

for any sign of the man I married. There was none

that Tesla, that I hadn't come home. I had just