Who had paid the four-hundred-dollar title search fee on the house?

I folded the stiff paper into four exact squares and pushed it deep into the front pocket of my jeans.

Lauren showed up at ten past one with a brown paper bakery bag that smelled of warm cinnamon and baked sugar.

She put the bag on the narrow side table by the wooden hall tree and took off her denim jacket.

“I picked up those apple pastries Bennett loves,” she said, talking fast and light.