Bridget flops down in the chair between me and Leo. “A house? Shouldn’t she have gotten a say?” I pull out my phone and scroll to a picture. Mateo found it stuck in one of her books as a bookmark with dream house written on it in Evie’s handwriting. I slide it to Bridget. “The house Micah found is almost identical, give or take a few things. The house is completely empty inside for us to design.”
