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behind his house to the garage.
    He dropped the food off to Uncle Emmett at the Lakeside Suites and spent forty minutes listening to Emmett grumble about getting kicked out of his home. In an effort to placate him, Alec promised to stop by the house to get a particular book. Having moved into the assisted-living apartment last weekend, Uncle Emmett still insisted he needed certain things from his home, despite the family’s insistence that he downsize.
    Alec unlocked the dead bolt and pushed open the front door of the yellow house with white trim and a wraparound porch. The scent of neglect and abandonment permeated the air. Or maybe that was Alec’s guilt eating at him. Maybe he should’ve tried harder to help Emmett stay in his home. But the decision was out of his hands and it wouldn’t have solved the problem—Emmett’s doctor said his uncle’s health required assisted living.
    Despite the midafternoon sunshine, darkness shrouded the room. He pushed back the outdated drapes and hefted open the window, hearing the pulley weights thunk, and then stepped back to allow waves of fresh air to filter out the staleness. Sunlight straddled the stacks of magazines and towers of books while dust motes scattered across the heavy maple furniture that had been as much a part of this house as the occupants.
    Uncle Emmett and Aunt Elsie had purchased this house over fifty years ago, but after Aunt Elsie’s death, Emmett couldn’t bring himself to make any changes, including canceling her subscriptions to her favorite painting magazines.
    With their only child having been born with Down syndrome, Uncle Emmett needed someone to oversee his assets. In case anything happened to him, Emmett had signed the house over to Alec years ago. He’d done so with the promise that Alec would sell it and ensure the money went into Gideon’s special-needs trust so he could continue living at Jacob House, a local residential home for adult men who required special care.
    Alec searched the shelves, found the book his uncle had requested, closed the windows and then let himself out of the house, locking the door behind him.
    Half an hour later, he parked his car in his garage. With the engine still idling, he pressed his head against the headrest and sighed. A jazzy tune crooned from the satellite radio station, but the upbeat tempo did little to raise Alec’s mood.
    An unsettling feeling knotted his stomach. After returning the requested books, he’d had another conversation—more like an argument—with Uncle Emmett about Alec’s desire to get the Dutch Colonial home listed quickly. Getting it on the market by the end of summer needed to be his highest priority, but he couldn’t even think about listing it until the place was cleaned out and repaired. The higher the selling price, the more money for Gideon.
    He just didn’t see how he could find the time to get it done. He could talk with Gran and Chloe to see if they’d be able to pitch in, but Gran wouldn’t be able to do the heavy lifting and constant bending at her age. Plus, between teaching piano lessons, running church activities and spending time with her Tea Grannies—a group of older women at her church who made it their mission to play matchmaker to the singles in the community—he couldn’t ask her to help out. His sister had her hands full with her early-learning child care center, especially with her annual state inspection coming up. Maybe he’d have to consider hiring someone, but bringing in an outsider to rummage through his family’s things didn’t really sit well with him.
    He’d find someone... He had no choice.
    Climbing out of his car, he closed the door, silencing the trumpet sounds from the radio. He glanced at the yellow Beetle parked in the other stall.
    Wait a minute...
    What if he did agree to teach his neighbor to cook? Would she be willing to help him out in return? But