They entered the house. Caroline led Victor to the formal living room.
Victor considered what lay before him. He could see it was meant to impress with no thought given to comfort. The sofa that faced the bay window was an antique with a curved back and royal blue velvet upholstery. Angled in the corner sat another antique, a hutch filled with carefully arranged dolls that looked like toys but couldn’t be touched. A black armchair sat on either side of the sofa, and little glass and wood tables between appeared too fragile to set a cup on.
Three adults perched on the uncomfortable chairs while four children sipped cocoa from Styrofoam cups on the floor.
“Angelica, Meredith, hi.” Caroline greeted her sisters.
“Caroline!” The ladies rose to their feet and scooped her into a tight hug. On
