Casper had realized something was wrong.

He stopped halfway up, his phone still in one hand, his face folding into confusion as he took in the luggage.

Freya, hearing the commotion, came in from the back deck with a watering can dangling from her fingers.

“What are you doing?” Casper demanded, his voice ringing in the foyer below.

I came down the stairs, the suitcase wheels bumping softly against each step, until I stood in the entryway.

I gave him the same unbreakable smile.