I thought you should know.” Raymond stared at her for a beat, trying to gauge the seriousness in her voice. She didn’t look like she was joking. “Something moving?” he echoed. She nodded. “It looked… weird. I don’t know what it was.
But it’s just lying there now. I think maybe it’s stuck.” A gust of wind swept between them, scattering a dusting of snow across the porch. Raymond rubbed the back of his neck, uneasy. “Alright,” he said finally.