“You didn’t eat much at dinner,” Neil said as he helped Candy unpack their suitcases, putting clothes in the drawers and hanging the rest in the small closet Emily had cleared out for them.
“I wasn’t that hungry. I had a sandwich earlier, and, I mean, it’s not as if I did much to work up an appetite. We sat on a plane all day.” She smoothed one of his dress shirts on a hanger and buttoned the top button. Even just touching the rich material, she could feel the high quality, and that made her uneasy.
She did, though, kind of like this small bedroom, with its comfortable double bed, a patchwork quilt, a chair by the door, and an older six-drawer dresser. The window overlooked the pasture, and, even in the dim light, she could make out the cows grazing and moving in the field through the pa
