For a few seconds, Eddward almost thought he had imagined the sound of the doorbell. In the upstairs bathroom, attending to the post-it notes of Mother and Father, he had been cleaning the sink, trying to further shine an already brilliant porcelain. At the second the doorbell rang, he had dropped the brush he was using, so that its clatter almost made him miss the faint chime from below. He paused while stooping to pick up the brush, listening intently for another chime.
Please, he thought, a bit desperately, please let it be someone. He had been in this new house for a week, and already the absolute silence of the peaceful cul-de-sac was g