Elise wiped her hands on her jeans and opened it. He leaned against the frame like he owned it, like it hadn’t been twenty years since he last stood there. “Wow,” he said, glancing past her. “Looks worse than I remember.” She didn’t answer. Just stared until he cleared his throat.
“I was in town,” he offered. “Thought I’d stop by. Pay my respects,” he said with a smug smile. “You missed the funeral.” He shrugged. “I’m here now.” She didn’t invite him in, but he stepped over the threshold anyway.