A removal van drew up outside the house.
The solitary house stood at the roadside, waiting.
Waiting for what, Jill wondered.
She scrambled out of the van and up the stone steps to the big green door. It was locked.
Jill sat on the cold steps, her small determined chin propped on her knuckles. The expectant atmosphere of the house was affecting her. There was something about it that cried out “help!” to Jill as she sat on the step. Something was waiting for her.
Jill watched Jack bound up the small drive to her step. She had imagined the apprehensive feeling. She dismissed it from her thoughts.