Chapter 44

Mark hummed. “I can see that. You’re not that kind of a guy. Not someone who would break up people to get in between them.” He glanced at Francis. “You’re a good friend.”

“I try,” Francis quipped, despite the fact that he still sort of felt guilty about everything. Even with the way he and Padraig had talked things through.

Soon, they drove into the yard of a large, gorgeous house.

“Wow… they live here alone?” Francis asked, a bit in awe of the house and the surroundings.

“Yeah.” Mark took his seatbelt off. “They wanted a big family, but only had one kid.”

They got out of the car and Francis wondered how sad it must’ve been, especially with how the daughter now lived elsewhere and the sheriff’s department and nurse services were responsible for checking up on the Grahams.

Nobody had removed the snow off the steps and the edge of the porch, so they stomped their feet to get the excess off before Mark rang the doorbell.