Mia POV

Mia spent the weekend making plans. There was no doubt in her mind that the apartment above the hardware store would be in awful shape. It was a mystery how long it had been since anyone had even set foot there. As far as she knew, Doug used it for storage—of what, she didn’t know. So, yeah, it would probably take a couple of weeks to pull everything out and then clean it up. The plumbing and wiring would have to be checked, and it would probably need painting. It would be hard work, but it would be worth it. Worth it.

“Hey, Mia,” Amelia said, standing in...