Millie joined her.
“What happened?” Her gaze wandered behind him. “Where are Micah and Wyatt?”
“They went to look for any evidence. They’re keeping their eyes wide open. They’ll be okay.”
Naomi wanted to relax, but she couldn’t. She still had too many questions. “Where did the shots come from?”
“The north side.” Caleb moved to the sink and filled a glass with water, his movements deliberate.
Mom appeared from the hallway, her face pale. “Why would someone fire at you?”
“We don’t know if they were firingatus or just firing,” Caleb said. “Could have been hunters with bad aim.”
“Or it could have been intentional.” Naomi’s voice came out sharper than she intended.
Caleb didn’t argue.
Naomi wrapped her arms around herself, her mind racing.
Two shots. From the general direction of the Henderson property.
It could have been Travis. He’d already hit her SUV. Had already made it clear he wanted them gone. Firing a warning shot—or worse—wasn’t that far of a stretch.
But what if it wasn’t him?
What if it was someone else?
Her stomach twisted.
“Did you see anyone?” she asked. “When the shots were fired?”
“No,” Caleb said. “We were too far from the property line. But Micah and Wyatt are checking it out.”
“What if it wasn’t the Hendersons?” Naomi’s voice came out tighter than she meant it to. “What if it was someone from Richard’s family?”
Caleb set the glass down. “Naomi?—”
“Dale was just here. He knows where we are. He knows about Grace.” Her pulse quickened. “What if he’s escalating? What if this wasn’t just a random shot in the woods?”
Her mom moved closer, her hand resting on Naomi’s arm. “Sweetheart, you need to breathe.”
But Naomi couldn’t breathe. She couldn’t stop the spiral of thoughts racing through her mind.
Someone had fired a gun near her family. Near her brothers. Near the property where Grace was sleeping.
And she didn’t know who.
Didn’t know why.
Didn’t know if it would happen again.
Caleb’s expression softened. “Micah will find out who did it. And he’ll handle it.”
Naomi wanted to believe that.
But the fear sat heavy in her chest, cold and unshakable.
Micah slowed as he and Wyatt reached the approximate area where the gunman may have been positioned. “We need to find where those shots came from.”
