Chapter 8
The living room was clean. So was the kitchen. Kate was sure of it. She’d had all day to straighten up, dust, vacuum, do all of those things that sometimes got skipped because she was a working mother with no help. But the house wasn’t messy, now. “Oh, did I put that hair tie away that I found on the counter?” she muttered to herself as she crossed back into the kitchen for the forty-seventh time. It was no longer in the spot where she’d noticed it when she was carrying that towel to the laundry room and stopped to stick that pen in the cup where she kept her writing utensils. She must’ve stuck it in the basket with Holly’s other hair accessories. She surveyed the room and decided the canisters on the shelf could use straightening again, so she smoothed down the emerald green dr
