We sat in the formal dining room while Daniel served roast chicken and green beans onto three white porcelain plates.

“Aunt Margaret had a very frightening afternoon,” Daniel said, setting the stainless steel serving spoon down beside Chloe’s water glass.

I set my fork down against the cloth napkin in my lap.

“What are you talking about?”

“I came home at two o’clock to grab my contract notes and found the gas burner on the stove turned on without a flame,” Daniel said softly.

“The whole kitchen was thick with gas fumes.”