The winter air permeated his thin jacket. As his fingers untangled the mess of Christmas lights, they were beginning to lose feeling in the cold. Vicky and her Mother were in the kitchen preparing dinner. Mike had been assigned the task of stringing lights along the roof. Mrs. Orton wanted everything to be perfect for the return of her oldest daughters.

The sound of tires crunching over freshly fallen snow stole his attention away from his current task. A blue Prius made its way down the quiet street and pulled into the driveway. For some reason, he didn't picture Tina driving a Prius. He thought it must be Bella and...