I lifted David’s frame off the sofa, wiped a smear of dust from the glass with my sleeve, and hung it back on its center hook.

“This home belongs to David and me,” I said, keeping my words short.

“His military commendation stays right where he hung it.”

Martha came in from the kitchen holding a damp cotton dish towel.

She laid the towel over the arm of the armchair and stepped in between us.

“Eleanor, stop,” Martha said, her voice sinking to a soft, passive whisper.

“Harper spent an hour staging the main floor so Julian’s investors would take his firm seriously.