When Andrew got home, he saw Aspen rushing around the living room, busy with something. He walked over and asked, "What are you doing? Are we having guests?"

Aspen was dragging a chair across the floor. Without even looking up, she replied, "Honey, you smell familiar. It's really faint, not perfume, but it's definitely a woman's scent. Uh, I remember now… It's Ms. Phelan's scent. What did you two do?"

A chill ran down Andrew's spine because Aspen had picked it up immediately. Then again, this