Grace

I walked up to the front of the house, squinting under the morning sun, when I noticed a police car parked just a few feet away.

I slowed my steps.

A police car? Here?

I glanced around the neighborhood, instinctively scanning the nearby houses. Was there been an accident or a break-in? I was about to brush it off and head inside, until my steps halted. A police officer was standing directly in front of our house.

My stomach dropped.

My heart skipped a beat, panic surging through me. Did something happened to Eleanor, Wyatt, or the twins?

I ran towards the house.

“Excuse me!” I called out, my...