SLOANE POV
I looked up at the house. "What was Caelan like back then?" I asked. "Before his brother died."
Mrs. Albright looked toward the upper floor. "He was different," she said softly. "Both of them were. This house had a different sound to it. Mr. Caelan was quieter, but it wasn't this heavy quiet. He and Mr. Dorian used to argue about everything, but they would laugh while they did it."
She paused, watching the open window. "He hasn't laughed like that since the accident. But the house has a better sound now, in the mornings. Since you've been here."
I didn't know what to say, so I stayed silent.
"Drink the tea while it's hot," she said, and walked back inside.
I sat alone for a minute, then I went back to my letter, trying to cover my laptop screen as much as possible, calean is way hard to predict at this point. I finished drafting it just before noon, read it through twice, and sent it to the solicitor.
Few days later
