“February fifth,” she said, taking a small notebook from her bag.

“That was the day Evelyn asked me to move my work materials out of the upstairs sitting room.

She needed a quiet place to recover.”

“I did need quiet,” Evelyn interjected.

I raised a hand.

“Let her finish.”

“February twelfth.

Chloe said she needed the guest suite because her back hurt on the sofa.