I looked down, said nothing, and turned away.

Bentley is still in place, the door is not closed, Sean Matthews sits on the seat and leans against it, staring at the slender figure in the distance with black eyes.

When I got home, Susan and the children haven’t come back yet.

When I close the door and sit on the familiar sofa, I feel relieved.

Just as I was distracted from watching TV, there was a knock at the door.

I thought it was Susan and the children. It seems that they came back a little early today.

I calmed myself down and turned to open the door.

Only when...