No More Phantom Keys
“What contractor?” Robert demanded, his voice suddenly finding a terrifying volume.
Evan swallowed hard, stepping away from his wife. “Last month. When you two were in Cabo for your anniversary. Maddie brought a guy named Rick over here.
An interior designer.”
My stomach plummeted.
“She had a key,” Evan went on, his voice trembling. “She brought him in to measure the downstairs office. She was getting quotes on knocking down the load-bearing wall to expand the guest suite.
She said… she said Robert was giving us the house as an early inheritance because you two were downsizing.”