The next day, Cedric waited in the reception room at Whitecliff for 3 hours.
He sprang to his feet when I came downstairs, then stopped short at the sight of the bandages around my side.
"Why aren't you resting a little longer?"
I sat in the chair closest to the door.
"Tell me what you want to say to Lucy first."
He set a shoebox on the table. Inside were Lucy's white dress shoes and the duplicate page from the prayer register she'd never had a chance to give him.
"I brought everything. Your rooms are just as you left them, too."
"Please give the rest of our belongings to the movers."
Cedric looked at me as though he hadn't understood.
"I've already moved Lydia back to her own place. The training hall is reopening the investigation. The north shore accident will be reported, too."
