She Tried to Seduce Every Husband on the Street— Until the Women United (2 of 3)
At first, I was relieved. She’d been so downcast before she left, restless in her empty house. But as soon as Daisy saw her, every hair along her spine stood on end.
Daisy was my German Shepherd, my quiet shadow through years of sleepless nights and endless diapers. She’d never growled at a soul. But when Evelyn stepped through the door, Daisy went rigid. Her growl was low and constant, like she’d finally spotted the threat she’d been waiting for.
“Daisy, stop,” I whispered, trying to soothe her, but her eyes never left Evelyn’s face.
Evelyn gave an uneasy laugh. “Silly dog. She must be a little overprotective.”
I tried to believe it was nothing. But in the days that followed, Daisy grew more restless. She trailed Evelyn’s scent around the house, whining under her breath, never relaxing. I should have listened to her then. Instead, I told myself I was imagining things.
That Saturday, when Evelyn offered to take the kids overnight, my stomach twisted in protest. Even Daisy tried to block the door, planting her big body in the entryway as if she could hold back whatever was coming. But I ignored it all and let my children climb into Evelyn’s car.
Hours later, I couldn’t stand it anymore. I drove across town, heart hammering, Daisy curled in the passenger seat like she knew exactly why we were going.
Evelyn’s house looked almost abandoned. The curtains were shut, the porch light dark. When I stepped inside, the air smelled stale, edged with something sour.
I followed Daisy down the hall to the sunroom — and my blood froze.
Lila and Oliver were sitting on the carpet, coloring quietly. And behind them, lounging in a chair like he owned the place, was a man I’d never seen. His clothes were filthy, his eyes glassy and unfocused. Evelyn perched beside him, her hand gripping the armrest like she might collapse.
