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CHAPTER 45 Are All Older Men Like That?

Grace

I walked up to the front of the house, squinting under the morning sun, when I noticed a police car parked just a few feet away.

I slowed my steps.

A police car? Here?

I glanced around the neighborhood, instinctively scanning the nearby houses. Was there an accident or a break-in? I ...