Dillion Harper — Open House

“Another one,” she muttered to her cat, Gizmo, who was busy judging the world from the window.

The older woman walked out, leaving Dillion alone. The front door clicked shut. The house settled, a soft groan in the floorboards—not a complaint, Dillion realized. A question. dillion harper open house

Dillion smiled her realtor-smile, the one that didn't reach her eyes. “That’s character. The house was built in 1923. It’s got opinions.” “Another one,” she muttered to her cat, Gizmo,

“The hush.” Mrs. Vancamp opened her eyes. “This house isn’t empty. It’s waiting.” ” she muttered to her cat

“Original charm,” Dillion corrected. “These counters have seen nineteen Thanksgivings, two proposals, and one very regrettable attempt at making crème brûlée with a blowtorch. They’re seasoned.”