~Mia~
Ayden carried our luggage inside the suite as I closed the door behind him and checked the mail Andi left on the counter. Most of it was Christmas cards from bands who got their start at Music Haven. Others were from people I knew in the industry.
After Ayden discarded the luggage in the bedroom, he found his mail not far from where mine had been laying. I knew he was searching for the letter from the lab that did the DNA test. He mentioned it on the drive back, telling me that if the results hadn’t been mailed, he would follow up with Chris.
When he reached the bottom of his stack, he pressed his lips together, his shoulders slumping. “Looks like I didn’t get a letter.”
“Guess that means we need to find Chris. He’s probably in his office. Give me a second to put this mail on my
