“Hey,” Julie said, keeping her voice level. “Did you hear anything today? A knock, a door, something falling?” Marcus kept watching the screen. “No.” Julie nodded as if she accepted it, but her eyes betrayed her—flicking to the locks and windows anyway.
The next morning, Mrs. Kline met her at the mailbox with a bright smile and a cautious pause. “Everything okay over there?” she asked, too casual. Julie forced a laugh. “Yeah. Why?” Mrs. Kline hesitated, then leaned in a little. “I don’t want to sound silly, but yesterday I thought I saw someone upstairs after you left.”