As Audrey watched, he went to the highboy and opened the top drawer. It contained several carefully folded T-shirts and several scarves, and nothing else.
“This feels wrong,” Audrey said, although she remained where she was by the doorway and didn’t make any attempt to come closer.
“I know,” he replied. “But Jill gave us permission.” And it’s not as though Susan is around to stop us….
A sigh, and then Audrey gave a reluctant nod. “I know. It’s just….” She let the words trail off as she looked around the bedroom. Like the living space at the front of the duplex, it was strangely devoid of any personal items, anything that might make it feel like a room in someone’s house rather than a display at Ikea. Everything coordinated well, was simple and stylish and functional at the same time, bu
