Millie’s breath caught as the door creaked open. A well-dressed man in his forties stood there, raising an eyebrow.
“Can I help you?”he asked, his voice detached.
“This is my house,”Millie replied, disbelief in her voice.
Millie’s breath caught as the door creaked open. A well-dressed man in his forties stood there, raising an eyebrow.
“Can I help you?”he asked, his voice detached.
“This is my house,”Millie replied, disbelief in her voice.