Chapter 28 Coming Home

• The For Sale sign disappeared from the front lawn of 142 Oakwood Drive three days after I signed the lease. A prestigious address in the heart of New Jersey's most exclusive neighborhood—just four blocks from the Walton estate.
• "You're playing with fire," Samantha said, helping me unpack boxes in the spacious kitchen while the twins explored the backyard.
• I set down a stack of plates with more force than necessary. "I'm done hiding."