hard-sided, and too small for a woman who had lived in the same home for thirty-two years.
“We’re going to look at a place,” Ashley said.
Margaret sat up slowly.
“What place?”
“Just somewhere safe,” Ashley said.
Daniel appeared in the doorway behind her, already wearing his coat.
“It’s not a decision today,” he said. “Just come see it.”
Margaret looked from her son to her daughter.
The light behind them was pale and cold.
They stood together in the doorway like people delivering a policy, not asking a question.
