“How did you get the code?”
She looked surprised by the question.
“Evan gave it to me.”
My stomach tightened.
I hadn’t given Evan permission to share it.
Linda moved deeper into the condo as nb though she had been invited.
She inspected the living room.
The throw pillows.
The framed photographs.
The plants beside the balcony doors.
Then she reached the kitchen.
Her face changed when she saw breakfast.
“Pancakes?”
“Yes.”
“For Evan?”
“For both of us.”
Linda clicked her tongue.
“My son doesn’t need sugar first thing in the morning.”
I almost laughed.
“Evan specifically asked for pancakes last night.”
“That’s because you haven’t taught him to eat properly yet.”
Then she opened one of her bags and began unloading containers.
Scrambled eggs.
