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Vanessa Carter froze in the entryway when hammering echoed from her kitchen. She was supposed to remain in Chicago for two more days, but the conference had ended early. Dust floated through the sunlight, cabinet doors leaned against the wall, and exposed plumbing dripped into a bucket. Three workers stopped when they saw her. In the middle of the wreckage stood her younger sister, Melissa, holding a drink and smiling. “Why are you back?” Melissa asked. Then she explained that she, her husband Todd, and his parents were “renovating before moving in.”
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