Chapter 97: Felecia, Obran

Felecia didn't move quite that fast. Instead she lowered herself into the chair. The springs and foam were worn, comfortable, clearly often used.

Karen, whoever she was, sat here often. Because she expected danger? Because she wanted to look out for her child?

The house was sparse, almost decorated like a show room. Karen didn't want the house to say much about her. In case she had to pick up and go?

"What is it?" Evan stood at her side now.

When had the come so close?

Felecia frowned. "Is Karen someone my dad helped? Is this how she's paid him back? Being his keeper?"

"We don't know. Not yet at least," he said.

Felecia stood and crossed to the dresser. Kelsey was making headway on the clothes judging by the small pile of things growing on the bed.

"Dear lord, is she a squirrel?" Kelsey said as she tossed a pill bottle on the bed.