Kelsey's POV
I stood in the foyer, my pheromones wilting like frost-hit pine needles.
Marcus was totally unreliable—didn't he say Moira was arriving in two days?
"Kelsey, you're back from work! Come over!" Moira's voice, carrying a sandalwood aura, drifted over like a sun-warmed blanket.
Forcing a smile, I curled my fingers unconsciously while changing my shoes.
Thank goodness I didn't bring a suitcase—I would've been busted for sure.
Calmly, I handed the bag to Suzie.
As I sat beside Moira, my fingertips brushed the elderly woman's hand—it was ice-cold, as if dipped in snow water.
Her sandalwood aura was faint, like a dying candle—Marcus hadn't lied; she really hasn't been well lately.
Moira held my hand and glanced at the wedding photo on the living room wall. "I was worried abo
