they had.
I lifted one of the garbage bags slightly.
“Yeah,” I said. “I can see that.”
Richard stepped forward, not aggressively, just enough to take up space.
“We needed to make some adjustments while you were gone.”
Adjustments.
That word carried a lot of weight in this house.
I looked past them into the living room. The furniture had been rearranged. New throw pillows. A framed photo I didn’t recognize.
None of it was mine.
“Where’s Chloe?” I said.
Evelyn finally smiled.
“Oh, she’s here upstairs resting.”
Resting.
That
