The estate was quieter than usual for that time. Everything was where it should be. The sitting room lights were on, and the hallway sconces cast a steady glow on the walls. The fire burned low, for heat. Dinner was late. No one explained it. The table was not set. The television was turned off.
Lily sat up straight on the edge of the sofa. Her hands were in her lap, showing she was patient but not comfortable. Leo stood by the window with his tablet against his chest. Then he moved to sit cross-legged on the rug, leaving the tablet off. Neither spoke. They listened.
Aunt Estella glanced at them but didn't offer reassurance.
