Seven
“It’ll take me a few days, but I should have a complete appraisal for you by Monday morning. I do think you’ll be well pleased.”
“Thank you, Mrs. Morton.” Raleigh shook the appraiser’s hand. “I appreciate you getting to this so quickly.”
“Of course.” She beamed a smile as he walked her out to her little Peugeot. “I confess, I’ve always wanted a look at the place. I’m grateful for the opportunity to see what few ever have.”
“Glad you enjoyed the tour. I saw stuff I hadn’t seen yet, myself.”
As he waved her into her car, Raleigh reflected on how weird it was that he technically owned a houseful of stuff that marked the family history of someone he barely knew. If he were staying, he’d have made arrangements to pack up Afton’s things and store them until she was ready to face what
