Chapter 73: Yvonne

Yvonne turned and followed in her brother's wake.

The living room was the one space in the house that didn't look like a room out of a museum. The walls at either end were floor to ceiling books, broken up only by the two fireplaces. Windows ran along the far wall with French doors that let out onto a small terrace. The furniture was large and leather.

Douglas sat in grandpa's old recliner still wearing yesterday's clothes. Mom paced the width of the living room while Dad had his phone to his ear staring out the windows. Theodore was the only one who acknowledged Yvonne's entrance, and he merely nodded at her.

"Can someone please tell me what's going on?" She set her laptop and phone down on the table.

"Close the door," Theodore said.

Mom whirled to face her. Today's outfit was a powder blue shift dress and cardigan. "They're leaving?"

"Why do they need to?" Yvonne kept her voice down and glanced from Mom to Theodore.

Mom's eyes bulged, and she threw her hands up in the a