When Zach was out of sight, Ellie turned and went up the stairs. She was glad she’d let him stay here. Truth was, she felt too worn out to do much herself, and she was glad for the help. She couldn’t even begin to think how she would have handled being grief-stricken and alone, without any help in this big house.
She stepped into the bathroom and flicked on the light, immediately struck by how pretty it looked. Zach had painted all the walls and cabinets a soft lilac. All the fixtures sparkled, including the claw feet on the old-fashioned tub. Even the shower curtain had been bleached and the curtains on the bathroom window washed and re-hung.
He’s sure done a hell of a lot of work. The house really felt cared for.
Come to think of it, she felt cared for. In the few hours she’d been her
