“This way,” Sean urged from the top of the stairs, indicating the middle bedroom of three that stood in a row. “This is Erin's and my room. Just pile all the luggage in here. I'll take the kids' stuff next door later.”
Michael trailed after him obediently, regarding the spacious wood-floored room. A queen-sized bed had been dressed in faded bedding with a pattern of geometric shapes. A folding chair and music stand stood in one corner. Michael set down the luggage. All but a tiny, wooden case, which he set in on the chair. Oboe, Sheridan said. That makes sense.
A dated though not antique desk supported swimming and track trophies and several pictures of Erin dressed in concert black, holding her oboe, as well as prom and homecoming photos of the couple. Sean was clearly already an adult
