“Good,” Kayla said. “Really good.” Then, trying to keep her voice even, she added, “I did notice something small, though. One of the upstairs pantry boxes was moved. I wasn’t sure if you reorganized it.” It was a gentle question. A normal one. Kayla expected Sabrina to laugh it off or explain she’d been rushed that morning.
Instead, Sabrina paused for half a second, barely enough to notice, and then smiled a tight, polite smile. “Oh, the pantry?” she said lightly. “I probably grabbed something and forgot to put it back properly. I’m always in a rush in the mornings.” She waved a hand vaguely. “Don’t worry about it.” The answer should have made sense.