Halloween was in a few weeks and it occurred to her that the place looked like something straight out of a clichéd horror movie. The sidewalk was cracked and lopsided. The house needed a good painting and the porch was sagging. If Emma was dead, she’d be turning over in her grave—but instead she was at an assisted living place, afraid to leave her room and thinking that she’d killed her husband. A shiver traveled up Bea’s spine. Emma must be mistaken. Nobody is living here. But when she stepped up onto the porch, she glimpsed a movement in the window. And there were curtains! Bea rang the doorbell. A short, dark-haired woman opened the door. “Can I help you?” “I’m a good friend of Emma Drummond—” “She doesn’t live here anymore,” the woman interrupted curtly and started to close the door. Beatrice’s arm prevented it. “I know that. I’d like to see her daughter, Michelle. She lives here, right?” “Yes, come in.” The woman sighed and reluctantly opened the door.
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