“‘Demented’?” Nisa started to giggle, then quickly covered her mouth at Ainsley’s expression. “Sorry! I never heard someone say that about a house. Maybe in a movie but not in real life.” “Is this real life?” Ainsley stared at each of us, so keenly I thought she must be joking. But then I recalled how she’d looked moments ago—contemptuous but also angry. Composing myself, I stared back at her and replied, “You tell me.”
