She didn’t bother to take off her wool coat.

She dropped the box next to the sink and went straight for the coffee maker.

“I agreed to a truce,” I said.

Sarah stopped with her hand on the glass carafe and turned around slowly to face me.

The morning light caught the deep lines around her mouth.

“Rebecca sat exactly where you’re standing,” I told her.

“She drank tea.

She told me Paul just wanted to help her raise the girl.