Cam said as he pulled up into his sister’s driveway. The front door was wide open, a stack of newspapers on the porch, their edges dry and crisp from the sun. Meaning no one had been home in a while. He left his helmet on the seat of his bike and strode up the path, banging on the screen door. Trying the handle, he found it locked. Not that a lock could stop him, but he’d rather not have to repair it for no better reason than overreacting. Cam walked around the side of the house to where a big picture window gave a view of the kitchen straight through into the living room. His kid sister’s house was tiny, but it was warm and safe. He’d paid the mortgage off so she didn't have to worry about a monthly payment. For the hundredth time Cam wondered if that had been a mistake. Maybe if Cecily had bills to worry about, she wouldn’t be such a fuck up. He pressed his face to the window, cupping his hands to block out the sun. Sweeping his eyes through the living room, he saw her sprawled body lying still on the kitchen floor.
