Both their cars were gone, but the door was unlocked, which was not unusual.
"Welcome home," the stranger greeted her as she entered the kitchen.
"Who let you in?"
"The door was open."
"What do you want?"
"Just checking in. Have to make my rounds, you know."
She scowled, but had no reply. She knew he was closer these days.
"You're starting to warm up to me."
"Not because I want to. You're not welcome here."
"Have it your way. Nice seeing you again," he said with a slight smirk, and he was gone. She thought she detected a hint of smoke where he had been, and a faint acrid odor.
She shook her head to clear it. Can't let it get to me, she thought. I won't go that far.
She went to her room, set down her keys, and came back to find something to eat.