“You don’t have to walk it now.”

Chloe looked out the window until the house came into view.

At the end of the long driveway, the mailbox stood exactly where she had told the hospital it would be.

The house was familiar.

That did not make entering it uncomplicated.

Clara paused inside the doorway.

The rooms had been prepared with help while she was away.

Necessary cleaning and practical arrangements had been handled.