“She took everything personal when she left, I guess.” Barbara ran in from the attached bathroom with wet washcloths. She sat down next to Nic on the bed and proceeded to clean the blood off her fur. Jake sat on the other side of the bed and took the second cloth to wipe his mate’s muzzle.
“What do you mean?” Letty asked, standing to one side of the bed, watching.
Barbara stopped to point around the neat but cold room. “There’s no personal touches here.”
Letty shook her head. “There wouldn’t be. Mother and father don’t do the whole photos bit. Unless it was a single family portrait or something to go in a newspaper, they weren’t interested in anything personal.”
Barbara gasped. “What about baby photos? Videos? Anything of you guys growing up.”
Letty gave a wry twist of her lips. “Noth
