Greg had kept an eye out on Mrs. Winslow’s house through dinner. He’d thought he was being subtle until Dawn rolled her eyes at him. He shrugged back. How was he supposed to not be distracted by thoughts of Jessica when she was so nearby? Vincent was oblivious of course.
As the evening progressed toward dark and the lights remained off in the house across the street, he finally gave up; he must have missed Jessica’s departure.
He was busy losing at some new board game that the twins were ruling through a combination of lucky dice rolls and twin-telepathy—they’d clearly chosen the shared goal of cutting Greg down to size—when Dawn nudged his arm. A light had come on deep in the Winslow residence. Even as he watched, the living room blinked to life and the two women were revealed walking t
