trying to accommodate everyone.”
“No,” I said.
And suddenly my voice sounded stronger.
“You’re accommodating everyone except the woman who just came home from surgery.”
Caleb stepped closer.
“I moved your things upstairs this morning.”
I looked at him.
“You moved them?”
“The bassinet and most of the supplies.”
“Before you picked me up from the hospital?”
“Yes.”
The hallway fell silent.
Until then, I had believed Caleb had merely failed to stop his father.
Now I was looking at proof that he had personally rearranged the house to make
