Chapter 96
Ethan
I hold the sparkly gift bag—that got glitter all over my fucking truck—in one hand. And I knock on the door with the other.
Standing on the front step, I can look through the living room windows and see the TV as it plays another animated movie. And since the windows are open, I hear it as well. The volume isn’t super loud, but it must be loud enough that Matilda didn’t hear me driving up the driveway.
I knock again.
When she still doesn’t answer, I lean off the edge of the step and press my face to the glass.
The sun is setting, sending golden rays through the back wall of windows, outlining Matilda where she stands on the deck.
I’m tempted to try the door handle, but even if she left it unlocked, I don’t want to freak her out by just walking in. So, I head around the side of her house.