When Phoebe returned from work she parked and made her way to the front door. She grinned as she saw the light fixture next to the door was properly mounted on the wall. The screen door opened without the usual squeal and the front door lock didn't stick and require a key wiggle to open.

She stepped inside and her eyes widened in surprise. The room was neat and tidy, the pictures on the wall had been rehung to eliminate the gaps left behind during her purge.

And that scent teasing her nostrils! Cookies? How did he make cookies? The oven wasn't working! She rushed into the kitchen and there...