Chapter 43

Hunter stopped when he got to the bottom of the stairs.

And then he began laughing.

Everything was unpacked. The night before the kitchen had been crowded with boxes containing dishes, flatware, cooking supplies, and small appliances. Now those same boxes were empty, flattened and stacked in the mudroom. The countertops had everything in place: his coffeemaker, his iPod dock with speakers, his grandmother’s KitchenAid stand mixer, his food processor, and even an orchid, now bereft of blossoms, that had survived the move. There were place mats arranged on the oak pedestal table. Framed watercolors of Evanston scenes hung on the wall. Curtains framed the windows.