He Bought a Lake Cabin in March! At Closing, the Seller Casually Mentioned His Wife’s Cat Had Been There Since November…

The first sound Luna heard that morning was not Grant Whitmore’s voice. It was the sharp rip of a lint roller tearing away from itself in the front hall. She was under the console table, tucked behind a pair of Claire’s winter boots, watching the man’s polished  shoes move across the pale wood floor. Grant stood in front of the mirror by the  door continue reading …