Dom knew he should have waited and asked Kiko about everything later, but he was too intrigued. He’d caught a few snippets—she was Sarah’s daughter, Lily—and wanted more. And Kiko couldn’t be too angry at him for providing excellent customer service. Even if she wasn’t paying.
“I wonder if she was preparing to die,” said Lily, and when Dom glanced over at Kiko he blinked, the only sign of his surprise. “She was starting to pack up and give away a lot of her things.”
“Any chance she was downsizing?” asked Kiko. “She might have been considering assisted living.”
“Mom?” asked Lily, laughing now. She shook her head. “Really? She was seventy-four, yes, but she wasn’t doing poorly. She could handle everything. Shouldn’t she have been asking me to come down every weekend first?”
“Some people
