Walking into the house, she fished her phone out of her pocket. She was tempted to call Reid, just to hear the sound of his voice, but she decided against it. Knowing he was busy and not wanting to sound desperate or silly won out over her other desires. Before she went upstairs to start digging through more boxes, she sent him a text. “Michael is safely at Ms. Karen’s. Boy can that child talk!” She slid her phone into her pocket and started in on the boxes she’d pulled out of one of the guest rooms the night before. These appeared to be full of old books, and she wanted to get an idea of what they might be worth before she decided to lug them down the stairs. The valuable ones could go to the shop, but the others could be donated to the library to be given away, and that could wait a few
