“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.”