told me enough.
“And Vance?” I asked.
“Moved in.”
My duffel still sat on the porch behind me like it hadn’t gotten the message.
“And my room?” I asked.
Evelyn tilted her head like she was explaining something obvious.
“Well, honey, Chloe needed the master suite.”
Of course she did.
“She’s been under a lot of stress,” Evelyn continued. “You know how sensitive she is.”
Yeah.
Sensitive enough to need a king-size bed that wasn’t hers.
I nodded once.
“So, where am I sleeping?”
Richard answered.
“You’ve got options,” he
