I heard quiet voices and the sound of furniture being moved.
My stomach tightened as I walked down the hallway and pushed the door open.
An elderly woman stood beside Mia’s bed.
Her silver hair was tied into a loose bun, and she wore a pale nightgown beneath an oversized cardigan. Boxes filled half the room. Mia’s desk had been moved, and her bookshelf was gone.
Kyle stood beside the stranger, helping her arrange the furniture.
“What are you doing?” I demanded.
Kyle spun around.
“Alice. You’re home.”
The older woman studied me with a puzzled expression.
“Who is she?”
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