“Go upstairs and sleep, Rachel.”

I paused in the doorway, looking back at the two of them standing together in the pale morning light coming through the kitchen window.

Can Ethan really handle June’s care alone for four hours without making a mistake?

I turned toward the hallway and put my hand on the cool wooden banister.

My boots were still by the front door, but I didn’t stop to take off my wool socks.

I climbed the stairs with heavy steps, pushed open the bedroom door, and pulled the black blackout shades all the way down to the sill.