a cash offer within forty-eight hours.
The buyer was a property developer who wanted the lot and didn’t care about my furniture.
Closing could happen in ten days.
I accepted.
The next morning, Madison found me packing crystal glasses into boxes.
“Finally cleaning?” she asked.
“Something like that.”
She laughed. “Mom says you were dramatic before, but Eric fixed that.”
I turned and looked at her.
For one second, her smile disappeared.
Then Diane entered carrying paint samples.
“We’re doing the nursery in sage,” she said. “And I want your