POV: Ethan

She had every opportunity to zoom off into the distance, but she didn’t. She drove slowly, looking at us through the rear view mirror and smiling mischievously. I don’t need a soothsayer to tell me that she is up to something. It seems she is waiting for a signal or waiting for someone. I don’t know what she is doing, but I’m not comfortable with her movement.

“Watch her!

She is up to something, don’t take your eyes off her!” I told my boys as she parked her car at the gate and came stepped down to chitchat with us as if she was our bestie, smiling like...