She knocked three times.
“Daniel? Noah? It’s me.”
No one answered.
Evelyn gave a nervous smile. Maybe they had gone out for coffee. She searched through the bottom of her purse for her keys and needed several seconds to find them because she had not used them in months.
When she opened the door, the first thing that surprised her was the order.
The living room was spotless. Every cushion sat perfectly in place, there was not a single cup on the table, and the floor looked freshly cleaned. Evelyn had expected laundry on the couch, dirty dishes in the sink, and abandoned pizza boxes. Instead, the apartment looked less like a real home and more like a staged model no one actually occupied.
She placed the grocery bags on the kitchen counter.
Then she saw the shoes.
A pair of women’s low-heeled shoes in dark burgundy sat neatly beside the entryway wall. The toes were worn, and each shoe had a small gold buckle.
