“Have you ever thought…” Teresa trailed off before continuing, “That there might be something like, I dunno, really wrong with her?”

“Let’s not have this discussion right now,” Alan sighed, “she’ll probably be here any minute.”

I quietly opened the front door again to make it look like I had just arrived and called out, “hello? Anyone home? Trey said the door was open.”

“Ah, you’re here,” Alan said, walking from the kitchen into the dining area to greet me. Teresa followed behind him, her firm hands covered in oven mitts as she carried a small pot with what I could only assume was the source of the smell. There...

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