“Harper.” He said it the way you’d announce a package you never ordered.

“I came for my coats.” I kept my voice level.

“The gray wool and the camel.

Hall closet, upstairs.”

He glanced at the stairs, then at me, and his expression shifted by one small notch.

“You’re not going up there.”

“It’s just a closet, Trent.”

“It’s my house now.” He leaned against the newel post and crossed his arms.