The front door swung open again, and a taller man stepped out onto the porch behind the lady. He had a buzzcut, his shoulders broad and his skin tan. His presence was a bit intimidating but softened by the casual smile he gave.
Adeline and Enzo took a step back to give them space as the couple moved to the edge of the porch.
The woman, her face soft with a welcoming smile, asked politely, "Is there something we can help you with, my dear?"
Adeline nodded, her hands clenched tightly as she tried not to sound desperate. "We're looking for a woman named Miranda. We were told she lives here."
At the mention of Miranda's name, the woman exchanged a look with her husband, followed by a simultaneous, synchronized shake of their heads.
"Miranda moved out almost two weeks ago. We moved in right after she left," the man explained.
A low, resigned sigh escaped her lips as she facepalmed. "Of course she did," she muttered, dragging her hands down her face.
