Chapter Nineteen
Leah was called back to the office. How she was able to be absent from her job for extended periods was beyond me. When I asked, all I got in response was a mumbled “external research.” I sighed. Leah was a big girl and could handle herself.
I looked at the little pig pen we’d made in the middle of the living room floor and decided I’d better get the papers cleaned up before Nicoh went tromping across them. He was currently dozing beyond the periphery of the mess. He’d had a hard afternoon—napping—after all. I marveled at how he could manage to sleep so much. Honestly, I was a bit jealous.
As I reorganized, I found the Sterling Joy guardianship documentation, which made me think—not once had I seen a reference to Martin and Alison’s request. The one where Victoria and I
