The Interruption

Chapter 162: Stalking Her Home

Tristan's POV

I drove past the Sinclair house again on Thursday morning.

I'd been doing this for weeks. Not every day, but enough that I knew the rhythms of the house—when the lights came on, when cars moved in and out of the driveway, which hours were quieter than others.

The answer was almost never.

There was always someone. Her mother in the garden. Her brother's