“It’s yours,” I said.

“Someone who loves you paid for it in cash.”

My phone buzzed on the hall table next to the ceramic key bowl.

The screen lit up with Rory’s name, followed right away by a missed call alert and two new voicemails.

I picked up the black plastic case, pressed the side button to darken the screen and laid it face down on the mahogany.

Sadie didn’t even turn her head toward the table.