“Who’s blocking the drive?

I’ve got the real estate agent coming, I’m closing on the lake cabin in an hour.” “The cabin you already sold, Julian?” I said, and closed the folder of forged documents on the table.

He turned, frowning, not yet afraid, still living in the version of the morning where he was in charge.

“What are you talking about?” Chloe came in from the laundry with a basket on her hip and her face curdling at the sight of me.

“Don’t let her rattle you, Julian.