The apartment’s bedrooms were on the third floor of the building. Autumn was glad she’d brought only one bag, since hauling a large amount of luggage up all those steps wouldn’t have been too much fun.
“The closet and dresser are empty,” Rachel told her, “so feel free to put your things wherever you like.” She stopped there, expression sober. “Angela wasn’t living here, of course, when it happened, and she’d already moved most of her things to the prima’s house. I suppose she forgot about the chocolates. It was a little chaotic there for a while.”
Autumn could only imagine. It must have been overwhelming to Angela to leave the only home she’d ever known and go live in that big house all by herself, and to take over the prima’s duties as well. Scary, too, to have to do so without a consor
