“Did a package come from the fabric mill?” June asked softly.

“Not yet, sweet pea,” Caroline said.

Ellis stepped closer to the drafting table and reached for the gold envelope lying beside the blueprints.

He picked up the heavy card and turned it over twice.

“This says Holloway,” Ellis said, rubbing his thumb against his jacket seam as he looked at the gold foil lettering.

“Why does this man have our last name?”

Rowan stepped beside her brother and glanced down at the card.