wish I could stay, but I have to go by my house before the office.”
“You should eat breakfast.” Granny rose. “I can fix you something. Scrambled eggs with cheese is high in protein and fast to cook.”
“Sorry. A shower is what I need. I’ll grab an egg burrito on the way to work.” She kissed Granny’s cheek then Emma’s. “I’ll return your mug later today.”
Before they tried to persuade her to stay, Caitlyn hurried outside into the crisp air. She unlocked her Thunderbird, slipped behind the steering wheel and backed out of the driveway. After yesterday, she would always lock her car and put the top up, even if it was at her grandmother’s or her own house.
With the distance only three miles to her place, she pulled up to her home six minutes later, looking forward to a hot shower to chase away the early-morning chill. She walked up the sidewalk to her redbrick town house. She dug into her purse for her house keys.
When she retrieved them, she glanced up and opened her door. Inside, she turned to shut it and froze. Pinned to the wood with a knife was a photo of a prone woman with her arms folded across her chest—just like the one of Jane.
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