“Eleanor was worried.”

“Eleanor worries too much,” Mark said.

He smiled, a perfectly practiced expression.

“We have everything we need right here.”

I took a long drink of the cold tea.

With my free hand, I slipped Emma’s folded note deep into my coat pocket.

Mark turned away from the refrigerator and set the tall glass pitcher of iced tea on the table.

He offered me a second glass, completely unaware of the small piece of paper now resting in my pocket.