The sound of voices from the television met Bree’s ear as she walked through the apartment door. She checked the time on her phone. It was only a little past 3:00. What was Trent doing home? She had to assume it was him watching the television because it sounded like the news channel, and if the housekeeper had turned it on, it would’ve been a soap opera or court show.

Hanging her purse by the door, and placing her keys where she could find them later, she went into the adjoining room to investigate. Trent was sitting on the couch with his laptop open on his lap, his stocking feet...