“In this house?” I asked.

“We need quotes on replacing the original oak cabinets,” Vanessa said, smiling brightly at the wall.

“They’re so painfully out of date.”

I picked up the three pages from the kitchen island and walked into the living room.

I sat down at the small desk by the front window where my grandmother’s brass desk lamp stood.

The autumn sunlight came through the glass, lighting up the fine dust floating in the still air.

Mark followed me into the room and stopped two feet behind my chair.