“Thanks for telling me, Emma. Get back inside now, before your mother starts to worry.” Raymond watched Emma scurry down the porch steps and disappear into the blowing snow, her small figure swallowed by the white.
He shut the door behind him and leaned against it for a moment, listening to the wind howling through the trees outside. Something moving under the snow? He didn’t like the sound of that. Still, curiosity—mingled with an old instinct to protect—nudged him into action.