Footsteps behind us have me turning. Caleb is standing in my kitchen, glancing around with a slight frown on his face. “Whoa…I forgot they look like this when you first move in.” “Like what?” I say, taking my heavy backpack as he hands it over to me. He scrunches his nose. “Like aisle four of a Home Goods.” I stifle a laugh. Yeah, I’ll be hiding at least a quarter of these decorations in a cabinet. “Making new friends already?” Loretta calls. “Don’t worry, hon. We’re not all as surly as this one.” She jabs a thumb at him.
