The big dark house at the top of the hill never felt like Evy’s. Erling’s parents insisted it be held in his name only, that their old furniture should remain in place after they were gone. And now Erling’s gone too. Her husband and her rock. A heart attack while riding his bike. No trace of his medications were found in his body, as if someone had tampered with them. Right now, Evy can’t be sure of anything. Her memory’s patchy, her focus blurred. Her grown-up children whisper about her like she can’t be trusted to look after herself. How can she tell them she doesn’t feel safe in the house? Doors left open she closed herself. Erling’s possessions no longer where he left them. Just because you’re paranoid doesn’t mean you’re not next.
