![]() She flopped down on the couch, leaning her head against the back. “It’s so dark in here.” She followed him back into the den, where the deep suede couch still held the imprint of his body. Hannah exhaled and went over to embrace him. His hair was rumpled and a book dangled from his hand. When she opened them, Colin Byrd was standing in the doorway, his hand on the light switch. Hannah squeezed her eyes shut against the glare. She padded into the darkened dining room. There was a rustle and a thump from the back of the house. ![]() Hannah set the spare key down on the antique farmhouse table cluttered with piles of mail. The downstairs lights were off, and the purple twilight shadows filtered through the windows. Over her head, a vaulted ceiling soared to the second story. She unlocked the door and stepped into the Oriental-carpeted foyer. ![]() Finally she tipped up a flowerpot of pansies at the corner of the porch. She pressed her face against the side window, but all she could see was the darkened foyer. Colin had even told her to stop by after dinner. Her boyfriend’s shiny Ford pickup was parked in the driveway, so he had to be home. The July sun was setting behind her, firing the sky orange and lending a soft pink glow to the stone and clapboard house. Hannah Taylor leaned her finger on the doorbell of Colin’s house, listening to the silvery chimes echo inside the sprawling Victorian. ![]()
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