You can’t even handle the ground floor without Mother cooking your meals.

Give the master suite to Julian so this family can actually function.”

“I’m staying in my bedroom,” I said.

“Not after tonight,” Harper said.

“Arthur already signed off on the room transfer.

We’re moving Julian’s office equipment upstairs before breakfast.”

She turned around and walked back to the living room without waiting for an answer.

By half past nine, the house had turned cold, with drafts seeping in around the front door frames.