“Where’d Rob go?” Mark asked.

“He’s waiting out by his car,” I said.

Vanessa dropped the heavy black suitcase on the sofa cushions and unzipped an oversized brown leather tote.

She snatched three pairs of high heels from the hall closet and threw them at the sofa, missing the open bag entirely.

“Just look at this place,” Vanessa said, sweeping a pile of old magazines off the side table onto the rug.

“Ten years of living with secondhand furniture and faded shirts.”