Chapter 267 Uncle Malik

• MALIK
• I knocked a second time. No one answered. I knew people were home because I could hear the sound of laughter and conversation behind the door. At intervals, another voice spoke. Maybe from the TV. Evelyn’s voice was louder. Alice’s wasn’t as vibrant as her daughter’s, but I could hear them both.
• The weight of the gift hamper in my hand pulled my arm down. Waylen knew I was coming. Elizabeth didn’t. We had found a house all three of us liked. A physical tour was the only thing left before we decided to sign the papers and move into the place.