Daniel did not go to work the next morning.People & Society
He came downstairs at seven-thirty and said he’d decided to take a personal day.
He said he was tired.
He said he wanted a slow morning.
I stood at the kitchen counter and poured his coffee and handed it to him and said that sounded nice.
Inside, I was calculating.
Patricia had said: *if he leaves the house before then, call me immediately.* She had not told me what to do if he stayed.
I sent her a message from the bathroom: *He’s home.
Not leaving.Family
What do I do?*
Her reply came in three minutes.
*Detective Reyes is already on his way.
He knows the situation may be fluid.
Stay calm.
Do not let Daniel leave once Reyes arrives.*
I put the phone away and went back to the kitchen.
Daniel was reading something on his tablet at the table.
Ava came downstairs at eight and poured herself cereal and sat across from him.Death & Tragedy
They exchanged a few words about the weather.
Normal.
Perfectly, horribly normal.
At 9:47, a car pulled into the driveway.
Daniel heard it.
He looked up from his tablet.
“Expecting someone?”
“My sister mentioned she might stop by,” I said.
I moved toward the front door before he could.Kitchen & Dining
Detective Reyes was a compact man in a gray jacket, plain clothes, no uniform.
He had a second officer with him, a woman who introduced herself as Officer Chen.
Both of them had the particular stillness of people who do this for a living.
“Mrs.
Calloway,” Reyes said quietly.
“Is he inside?”
“Kitchen,” I said.
“He doesn’t know.”
“Keep him calm.
We’ll take it from here.”
They stepped inside.
