O’Leary listens. It’s quiet. Then there’s a loud noise. The front door bursting open. It’s Gina. What in the— He sprints over, shields her with his body. “You need to get back to the car, it’s not—” It’s then he sees it in her face. White-hot panic. “What is it?” “I texted Nate’s mom to see if she could keep Anthony for tonight.”
