I set the box in the suitcase and zipped it shut.

The baby monitor receiver was still plugged in next to my side of the bed.

I pulled the plug and slid it into the front pocket.

At six twenty I came down the stairs with Toby in the bend of one arm and the suitcase banging against my knee on every step.

The kitchen was empty.

Brandon’s coffee sat on the island with a skin across the top.

His keys were missing from the hook beside the door.