As time slipped by, John realized he hadn’t made arrangements for Caroline. He hastily called the neighborhood babysitter, asking her to come over for the night. “I’m not sure how late I’ll be,” he said, trying to sound casual. “Can you watch Caroline until I get back?”
After the call, John sat there, unsure of what he was doing or hoping to uncover. His mind spun with possibilities, but none of them made sense. His instincts told him something was off, but he didn’t know what he was looking for—he just knew he couldn’t leave now.