My heart started racing. Why was this woman running toward me? Did she see me in the kitchen with the light on? Does she need my help? Is she being chased by someone dangerous?
Holy shit! She was running up our sidewalk. Should I yell for Steve? Oh my god!
Then I heard a smack on the porch and saw her run back down the sidewalk, jump into her car, and speed away.
I stood frozen in the kitchen, Lexie in my arms, heart pounding. Finally I made a decision. I threw open the front door.
And I saw it -- sitting right at my doorstep:
The Washington Post.