And suddenly, another problem became obvious.
Mark shouldn’t have known the code.
But he shouldn’t have known the address either.
I had intentionally kept the purchase private.
I hadn’t posted about it online.
I hadn’t told Mark.
I hadn’t told most of my friends.
Even my daughter only knew that I had been looking at houses.
Almost nobody knew.
Almost.
While the dispatcher kept me on the line, another camera notification appeared.
Vanessa was carrying a box through my side door.
Mark stood outside, looking toward the street.
Then a dark SUV slowly passed the house.
It didn’t stop.
But it moved slowly enough for Mark to raise one hand toward it.
Rachel saw it too.
“Who was that?”
“I don’t know.”
Suddenly, the situation looked completely different.
The moving truck wasn’t necessarily the whole story.
Someone had given Mark an address I had deliberately kept private.
