I thought Mrs. Harlow’s actions were the worst part.
Until the following morning.
I heard several car engines outside.
I stepped onto the porch and saw a long black SUV pulling up in front of Mrs. Harlow’s house. Two more followed behind it. When the doors opened, serious, quiet men in suits stepped out.
They were obviously not neighbors, nor the police.
One of them walked straight to Mrs. Harlow’s front door and knocked.
She looked surprised when she opened it. But she quickly replaced her expression with a bright smile, as if she’d been expecting someone important.
Then the man said something I couldn’t hear.
But I saw it happen. Mrs. Harlow’s smile faded, and her shoulders dropped.
Then she started shaking.
I didn’t know why. Not yet.
But I had a feeling it wasn’t good news.
I glanced across the street at Caleb’s house.
