By eleven, she was asleep, and she woke by eight the next morning, feeling good about getting into a routine again. She ate a quiet breakfast with her parents and grandmother. She hoped the stillness was a positive sign, but she had the feeling it was a bad omen, as if her mother were saving all her displeasure for when Mr. Middleton arrived. There was a knock on the door and Lacy answered it, thinking it might be Tosh. He often stopped by if he was out visiting some of his parishioners. It wasn’t Tosh, though. It was Jason, and he looked angry. He was also wearing his uniform. “Are you working a double today?” Lacy asked, stepping out onto the porch. He didn’t usually work so early in the morning. “Yes,” he said, his tone clipped. “What’s wrong with you?” she asked. “Oh, I don’t know, maybe it was the fact that I woke up in a panic with no idea where you were until I realized you walked home in the pitch black at night.” “Technically, I jogged. And there was a bright moon.”
