« Liam? »
My husband stood beside me, one hand resting on Amber’s shoulder. The bottle of wine he’d brought Grace was still sitting unopened on the sideboard.
« Liam called me. »
Liam’s voice was calm.
« Let him in. »
Grace, my mother-in-law (MIL), looked like she wanted to argue, but the man had already stepped inside.
Then he saw the dining room. More specifically, he saw the two chairs wrapped in thick, clear plastic.
Amber’s and mine.
Every other chair was uncovered.
« Let him in. »
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