Instead of shouting or confronting him immediately I forced myself to stay calm and began planning my next move carefully.
At precisely four seventeen in the afternoon a large black SUV rolled into the driveway behind Patrick’s car, and I watched from inside as he stepped out with the confident posture of someone returning to claim property that belonged to him.
Deborah followed him carrying an expensive handbag while Harold adjusted his golf cap, and Melissa dragged two enormous suitcases behind her while glancing around with curiosity.
They climbed the steps and Patrick entered the door code on the smart lock.
The door chimed but remained firmly locked.
He tried again with a frustrated frown and received the same result.
Deborah looked confused and said, “Patrick what is happening?”
