Rebecca had not expected motorcycles lining the curb.
Summoning courage, she opened the front door and stepped onto the porch, rain mist brushing against her face. Ray stepped forward only as far as the edge of the walkway, careful not to cross onto the lawn.
“Rebecca,” he said gently.
Recognition flickered in her eyes. “Ray?” she asked. The fear in her posture softened, replaced by confusion. “You didn’t say you were coming.”
“We didn’t want to overwhelm you,” he replied. “But we couldn’t not come.”
Officer Monroe observed closely, noting the shift in tone.
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