She was not sure how long she stood there. It could not have been more than a few seconds, but something about it held her in a way she could not explain, a strange quiet pull, like hearing a piece of music that feels familiar even though you are certain you have never heard it before.
There was nothing unusual about the photograph. It was simply a young Mr. Caleb, her employer, a man she had known for 2 weeks. And yet she set the frame back exactly where it had been and stood looking at it for 1 more moment before shaking her head slightly, picking up her cloth, and moving on.
She told herself it was nothing. She had no reason not to believe herself.
The following Saturday, everything changed, though not in any way Rebecca could have seen coming.
She was in the kitchen just after 11:00 in the morning washing the breakfast things when she heard a car pull into the driveway. Not Mr. Caleb’s car. A different engine, louder and less smooth. Then a car door slamming. Then a voice, large and cheerful, coming from outside.
“Caleb, come out here, man. I didn’t come all this way to ring a bell.”