Lester followed Miss Sinclair's gaze to the window. He had not been inside the Bixby house since Sloane's death, although he was sure that he could have visited if he wanted to — it just felt utterly impossible to visit the house without her in it. The look of Miss Sinclair perched in the window looked painfully familiar, too. He swallowed. It wasn't her. Sloane would have asked him for something — tea, or wine, or made up a beverage that he would look at her about, disbelieving.
"I hope not," Lester said, "I'm starting to feel a little stuck in here."
And never mind that he'd stayed inside by choice until he had no option to wander.
"I hope not," Lester said, "I'm starting to feel a little stuck in here."
And never mind that he'd stayed inside by choice until he had no option to wander.
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