“That makes us even.”

He checked his gold wristwatch, adjusting the leather band against his wrist.

“Sloan will be down in ten minutes to help you organize your room,” he said, turning toward the front hallway.

I sat on the narrow edge of the guest room bed, my hands resting flat on my knees.

The door opened without a knock, and Sloan pushed a clear gray plastic storage bin into the room with the toe of her leather shoe.

She carried a second bin under her arm and set it down on the small desk near the window.