Chapter 5
I woke to the sound of the vacuum cleaner. I was so tired from the night before that it took me several minutes to remember I was the only one who ever vacuumed. Besides Vic, I was the only one who cleaned at all.
I climbed out of bed, sore from...well, sore, and pulled a T-shirt over my head before padding downstairs. I was bleary-eyed enough to take in little details—a red smudge on the wall, one of Jonathan’s apple cores discarded in the corner with...what was that? A chicken bone?—without taking in the big picture.
Downstairs, I noticed a pile of mail left on the vestibule table and went to retrieve it. Bill. Bill. Postcard. Bill. A plain envelope hand-addressed to me.
I couldn’t think of the last time I’d received a letter sent to this address. Except for a Christmas car
