“I should have told her to sit in the back with Evelyn.”

He sounded exactly like the man who used to stay up late painting the baseboards of our first apartment.

I walked over to the side table and set the flowers down next to a silver picture frame.

“Let’s take a walk outside,” Aaron said.

He pointed toward the glass doors leading to the back patio.

“I want to see the grounds before the sun goes down.”

The late afternoon air carried the sharp scent of damp pine needles and turned earth.