It started with the tie.
Julia noticed it missing on Wednesday morning the one Daniel had left draped over the armrest of her couch the night he'd stayed. She'd meant to return it and kept forgetting and now it was gone from where she'd folded it on the side table.
She didn't think much of it.
Until Margaret called her into the living room with a particular expression the one that meant something was happening that wasn't dangerous but was definitely something.
Nora was sitting cross legged on the floor.
In front of her was a collection of objects arranged with obvious care. Daniel's tie. A photograph the one Julia kept in the hallway of herself and Nora from last Christmas. A drawing Nora had made sometime in the past week that Julia hadn't seen yet. And a small envelope that Nora
