The vases on the mantlepiece had, obviously, been placed with great care. Abby wondered if the minor adjustment would be noticed by Nina. Of course, it would. A woman who was always immaculately attired and presented, would spot any change to her perfectly placed ornaments.
Starting with that, the light in the cloakroom would be the next thing to take on a life of its own. Abby could imagine the consternation provoked by her actions. The discussions over breakfast. The self-doubt. Convincing themselves that it was all in their minds. Then, increase the pressure, by introducing the light that came on overnight.
The regime had been changed when Abby saw the blue cardigan in the lounge. Running her hand over the soft wool, it was picked up before she thought about it. Whilst it was in her hand the idea had developed. Why not instigate a game of hide and seek. They must have been running around in the morning looking for it.
