It was almost two hours later when she heard the familiar sound of a key turning in the lock. The front door opened, and there stood Danny, smiling as he walked in. “Grandma, I’m here!” he called out cheerfully. Marie froze, her face draining of color.
She stared at Danny, her heart pounding in her chest. “Danny?” she whispered, her voice barely audible. Danny frowned, seeing her expression. “Grandma, what’s wrong?” He moved closer, concern etched on his face.