Peter resolved to let Natalie and her kids stay for just one more day, convincing himself it was the humane thing to do. Yet, as he tried to focus on his work, his thoughts kept circling back to his garage. “What are they doing right now?” he wondered uneasily.
By mid-morning, Peter’s imagination ran wild. Were they rummaging through his belongings? What if something went missing? He tapped his pen against his desk, trying to drown out the unsettling scenarios playing in his head. “They’re just a desperate family,” he told himself, but the doubts refused to fade.