Conrad Stone remained standing in the foyer long after Celeste Lynn carried Kylie Stone upstairs.
The house had quieted, but the air had not.
Behind him, Clara Lynn folded her arms and looked at him with open curiosity, as if she had just discovered a rare specimen.
“Brother-in-law,” she said, clicking her tongue theatrically, “may I interview you for a moment?”
He turned slightly. “About what?”
“You’re about to sleep in the same room as my sister,” she said, eyes glinting. “How does it feel?”
“Clara, don’t start,” Conrad said helplessly. “I genuinely don’t know what I’m supposed to do.”
That admission surprised her.
“You’re kidding, right?” Her mouth fell open. “My sister basically invited you upstairs, and you don’t know what to do?”
Conrad exhaled slowly. “This feels… inappropr
