“Do you want me to drive to the storage unit?” she asked.

“Not today,” I said.

“Today I need to go home.”

My phone vibrated.

Tobias had sent a picture of his dog, a shaggy brown rescue named Newton, wearing a ridiculous raincoat.

Underneath he had written: He has decided he wants to meet you.

For the first time that morning, I smiled.

PART 13