He shook his head again. “Sorry, no.” He began closing the door, cutting off any further questions. “Good luck, though.”
I stood on his porch for a moment, glancing around, and now I realized her large potted plants were missing. Her brightly painted rocking chair had been replaced by an Adirondack one. I blinked, giving the door a last look before retreating down the steps and rejoining Abi.
“What was that?” she asked, looking just as confused as I felt. “She moved?”
“I have no idea what’s going on,” I said. But I didn’t want to linger in the man’s front lawn any longer. “Let’s go talk to Liana.”
“Liana?” Abi asked, trotting after me as I marched back toward the bus stop.
“Yeah. Aunt Esme was paying for my dress, remember? As a gift because my mother—” I stopped myself, but thankfull
