Jim turned back to his needy daughter and couldn't help but smile as she peered at him from under the covers.

"If I don't get murdered by whoever this is, then yes, I'll come back," Jim half-joked, part of him genuinely anxious about who could be in his home.

Amanda did a small pout and yanked the comforter over her head, apparently done with the conversation.

Jim stepped into the hallway and closed the bedroom door behind him, following the sounds of conversation to the living room. Turning the corner into the kitchen he was greeted by the sight of his son and one of his friends standing in the...