Reid was true to his word. Silas returned, they finished reviewing the spreadsheet they’d been discussing before Silas excused himself. Not half an hour later, Reid and I were following the path around the small cliff, and our little brick house came into view.
We walked hand-in-hand. Our breath hung in the frigid air in white clouds. I stifled a shudder, but of course, he was unfazed. I glanced up at him as we neared the walkway leading up to the front door. I knew he was searching for any sign that Copeland may be there, his multicolored eyes flicking about.
“I don’t think he’s back yet,” I said.
“I don’t think so either,” he agreed.
He opened the door and ushered me inside, out of the cold. Warmth enveloped me, and the sound of the door shutting behind us, blocking out the wintry a
