“Dad said we could keep extra stuff down here until Vance gets his new workshop set up,” she added.

“There aren’t any bath towels down here, Chloe.”

“Well, you don’t have to be so snippy about it,” she said, shifting her weight on the wooden step.

“Mom gave me the master bedroom upstairs because I needed room for my online business,” Chloe said, glancing back down at her phone.

“Where’s the mail that came for me while I was deployed?” I asked.

Chloe quit swiping for a second and tapped her acrylic nails against the hard plastic phone case.