Eleanor was mid-sentence when something moved outside. Fast. Carrie startled, turning toward the glass. “Did you see that?” Mike was already there. The garden lay still for a second—too still. Then something darted past the fence line, low and quick. Eleanor jumped this time, a sharp sound leaving her throat.“What was that?” Carrie asked.
They stepped closer to the window. A blur slipped between the plants and vanished through the far corner of the yard. A moment later, a tail flicked into view. “A cat,” Eleanor said, exhaling. “Just a cat.” Relief came quickly. Too quickly. Mike’s eyes stayed on the fence. One of the lower boards had shifted, loose enough for something small to squeeze through.