Don’t bother Derek while he’s resting.*

“Patricia texted this straight to your phone?” I asked.

“Wednesday morning at nine,” Evelyn said, keeping both hands clasped tight against her apron.

“I thought you’d given your full blessing.”

“On Wednesday morning I was on a military transport flight over the Atlantic,” I said.

I folded the paper into a crisp rectangle and pushed it deep into my uniform pants pocket beside my military ID.

“We’ll keep Lily in my guest room tonight,” Evelyn said, zipping up the bag.