The air inside smelled of old maple, cold radiator pipes and lavender soap.

Sophie put the suitcases down by the coat rack and flipped the wall switch, filling the hall with warm yellow light.

“It feels different walking in here tonight,” Sophie said, glancing toward the living room where the empty envelopes had been lying on the table.

“It’s the same house,” I said.

“We just know the truth about all of it now.”

I went into the kitchen and picked up the brown paper folder Vance had given me outside the courtroom.