He’d printed it before I ever got home.

I folded the letter neatly in half and slipped it into my uniform pocket.

I went down the short hall and opened the front door.

Chloe was sitting on the porch steps with a yellow tape measure.

She didn’t lift her eyes from her phone when the hinges squeaked.

“Vance thinks we can knock out the wall between the dining room and the kitchen,” Chloe said.

I stepped out into the crisp morning air and stood just behind her.