My breath caught.
If they’d pulled out crowbars or tried to break in, I could have told myself it was a burglary. But instead, one of them reached calmly into his pocket and took out a small object.
He walked up to our front door.
And unlocked it.
“What… how do they have a key?” I whispered, more to myself than to Kenzo.
“Mama, I told you,” he said, voice continue reading …
