A Peculiar Homecoming

Talia POV continued

The new beds were in the back room.

I saw them through the open door. Proper frames. Good mattresses. Nothing like what we'd had growing up — the old ones with the dip in the middle that everyone rolled toward.

I stopped walking.

"When did you get new furniture?" I said.

My mother was already moving to the kitchen. "Few weeks ago."

"From who?"

She didn't answer.

"Mother."

"Sit