small paper grocery bag containing a loaf of bread, a carton of milk, and a bottle of medication for her heart.
Her handbag rested on her shoulder.
Her other hand gripped her house keys tightly.
“Tom,” she said shakily, “Ethan changed the security code.”
I frowned.
“What do you mean?”
She lowered her eyes.
“He told me the house belongs to him now. He said I should get out before you came back because I’ve already spent too many years living off what he considers his inheritance.”
For a moment,
