After Arthur left, I let out a long exhale. I knew I had been quite dismissive toward him but that was my goal. Hopefully, he didn’t catch on that I was feeling suspicious of him. Ultimately, I couldn't waste my energy worrying about what he wanted.

All that I knew was I'd never been sad to leave a room.

As I walked past the front door, I noticed something out of place. Catherine's tan coat was hanging up on a hook, nestled between a few others. ...