“I need to run upstairs and get my spare laptop charger off the desk,” I said.

“Take as long as you need,” Trevor said, sipping his coffee slowly.

“I’m going to drive down to the hardware store on Bridge Street and pick up some extra bags of rock salt for the front steps.”

I turned and went back into the warm house, passing Colleen in the kitchen as she wiped down the quartz countertop.

She didn’t say a word as I went by, but the silver charms on her wrist clinked against the edge of the sink in a quick, restless rhythm.

At ten o’clock I climbed the carpeted stairs and went into the master bedroom.