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I got Addy settled easily that night, probably because she was as exhausted as me. She tried to help make the bed, but stalled out on the pillowcases so long that I finished it myself. (The one good thing to come from my aborted weekend with Mike—a dryer full of clean sheets.)
The first thing I did upon waking Saturday morning was check that Addy hadn’t snuck away in the night. I heard her cooing snores as soon as I opened the guest room door. It was still relatively early, so after showering and starting coffee, I got on the phone to the Spencers. No one answered, either on Mr. Spencer’s cell phone or their home landline, but I left a message on both. I didn’t explicitly say I had Addy, but made it clear I had something important to share.
I was staring at the clock, wondering if ju
