That night my husband and I slept on the old living-room sofa while Evelyn enjoyed our king-size bed.
I told myself it was only temporary.
I was wrong.
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The next morning she rearranged my kitchen.
Without asking.
The coffee mugs moved.
The spices disappeared into different cabinets.
My baking supplies ended up in the pantry.
When I couldn’t find anything, she smiled.