A scream caught in her throat and exploded in a muffled sob. Who could have left the note and when? Obviously, whoever had left it had come through the sliding glass door. Had she left it unlocked earlier? Abbie didn’t think so. Hoping to recapture a semblance of calm, she took several deep breaths. Part of her wanted to run—to do exactly what the note said. Leave. Maybe she should. She’d run away before. Abbie hurried out to the phone in the entry and dialed for an operator. When one came on the line, she asked for the sheriff’s department. After telling him an intruder had left a threatening note, she dialed the operator again and asked for Jake’s number. Once her calls had been made, Abbie turned, to find Dawn standing beside her. “I couldn’t help but hear. What’s going on?” “I’m not sure.” The familiar scent of the stew emanating from the stove settled Abbie for a bit. Almost brought her back to a sense of normalcy. Almost. “Abbie.” Dawn set a plate in the sink.
