C103 The Visitor

The knock came on a Tuesday.

Isabella was in the garden, planting roses with Lucas, when she heard it, sharp, insistent, demanding. She brushed dirt from her jeans and walked to the front door, her heart already racing.

Genevieve stood on the porch.

Her red dress was gone, replaced by a simple gray suit. Her blonde hair was pulled back in a severe twist, her brown eyes sharp