The driveway shimmered slick with rain when I pulled in.
“Brought your favorite, Annie,” I called out.
Anna was already standing in the hallway. Not painting. Not sitting on the couch. Just standing there like she had been listening for the sound of my engine. Her face was white in a way that told me this wasn’t nerves or moodiness.
“You’re back early,” she said.
“Rain picked up. Your mother would’ve fussed if I came home soaked.” MealKit Delivery
She didn’t smile.
And she was blocking the kitchen.
“Anna… move,” I said slowly. “I’m thirsty.”
“Dad, maybe sit down first.”
She didn’t move, so I stepped around her.
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