*Alex*
Chloe lingered at the edge of the front porch, one hand clinging to a support post as she sought to keep herself from being pulled back inside the house. I knew the feeling. I held onto the steel railing beside the steps for a similar reason.
It seemed like neither one of us wanted to part.
“Sylvia and the others will be back soon," I said gently, giving her a smile. It made my heart ache to see her so upset. “I should get going."
“Yeah, you probably should," she agreed.
Only neither of us moved an inch. I knew that we had to do something, and soon. It would be hard to explain my presence at such a late hour. Especially when my daughter wasn't even home. If people started asking questions, they might start to notice certain details were off.
The last thing either of us needed
