and French doors that opened onto the patio.
David and Harper were upstairs in one of the guest bedrooms.
It was comfortable and spacious, but apparently Harper had been looking around my house and making different plans.
One morning I returned from a walk and found her standing in my bedroom with a tape measure.
briefly, I watched from the doorway.
She measured the wall beside my dresser, wrote something in a notebook, then stretched the tape toward the window.
“Can I help you?”
She jumped.
Then she straightened.
“I’m
