Chapter Twenty Four
They didn’t finish the storage unit until nearly midnight, exhaustion finally forcing them to quit with two boxes still unopened, promising each other they would come back the following weekend to pick up where they left off.
Rafael drove them home in silence, the photograph of his grandfather and Daniel Quinn tucked into a folder on Amara’s lap, both of them too tired and too full of new information to actually talk any of it through.
“You should sleep,” Amara said, once they had pulled into the estate’s long driveway. “You have got a board call in eight hours.”
“I know.” Rafael didn’t move to get out of the car, just stared ahead at the house, something distant in his expression. “Don’t think I will, though. Sleep, I mean.”
“Why not?”
“I never really do, most ni
