“We needed to make some adjustments while you were gone.”
Adjustments.
That word carried a lot of weight in this house.
I looked past them into the living room. The furniture had been rearranged. New throw pillows. A framed photo I didn’t recognize.
None of it was mine.
“Where’s Chloe?” I said.
Evelyn finally smiled.
“Oh, she’s here upstairs resting.”
Resting.
That told me enough.
“And Vance?” I asked.
“Moved in.”
My duffel still sat on the porch behind me like it hadn’t gotten the message.
“And my room?” I asked.
Evelyn tilted her head like she was explaining something obvious.
“Well, honey, Chloe needed the master suite.”
Of course she did.
“She’s been under a lot of stress,” Evelyn continued. “You know how sensitive she is.”
Yeah.
Sensitive enough to need a king-size bed that wasn’t hers.
I nodded once.
“So, where am I sleeping?”
Richard answered.
“You’ve got options,” he said.
Options.
“The basement is available,” he added.
They had moved in last month.
Not visiting.
Not temporarily.
Moved in.
“Or you can head back to the barracks on base. Might be easier with your schedule anyway.”
I stared at him.
An unfinished basement with a cold concrete floor and half-installed drywall, or return to base like deployment had never ended.
Those were my options.
Evelyn stepped closer, using her soft public voice.
