Grant took his phone out of his jacket pocket and glanced at the dark screen.

“I have two commercial proposals to go over at the office tonight.

We’ll talk about the weekend schedule tomorrow.”

He turned back to the front door without taking off his coat, leaving Margaret to fetch her umbrella from the corner.

I carried Sophie’s canvas duffel up the carpeted stairs while she followed behind me, hugging her stuffed rabbit to her chest.

The upstairs bathroom smelled of flowery soap and warm steam.