A widowed businessman returns early to his quiet mansion, ready to confront the housekeeper, but what he sees changes everything

the January wind moved through the garden, and the bare branches of the climbing roses tapped against the south wall in a sound that Owen had heard from this hallway a hundred times, in every season, and that now sounded like something slightly different.

“I feel something too,” Lila said. “I wasn’t going to say it.”

“I know,” he said. “I’m glad Avery continue reading …