PART 1 – THE HOUSE SHE ACTED LIKE SHE OWNED
By the time Susan Whitmore realized the upstairs air-conditioning had been switched off again, sweat had already begun soaking through the back of her blouse.
It was a brutal July afternoon in Raleigh, North Carolina.
Outside, the temperature was approaching ninety-five degrees, and sunlight poured through the tall windows of the house Susan’s father had left her six years earlier.
At fifty-four, Susan understood that some arguments were rarely about the thing that started them.
Still, she had an important video
