“Sheriff Jeff King spent his time between trying to console Amy and taking the time to look out the window every few minutes. He was relieved when he saw the lights of a car pulling into the driveway. The woman who stepped out was tall and thin. Jeff answered the front door before the first knock was completed. “Lydia Mason?” The woman nodded and pulled off her hat to reveal a head full of gray curls. “Yes, I’m Lydia. Thanks for calling. I got here as fast as I could.” Looking past the Sheriff, Lydia saw Amy and rushed over to the couch where she was sitting. Pulling Amy into a hug, Lydia then smoothed down the dark hair. “Amy, I’m so sorry. I brought my bag. It’s out in the car. I’m staying here tonight and for as long as you need me.” At the sound of Lydia’s voice…