There would be plenty of things to mislay in this home.

Finding them did not have to reveal anything frightening.

I put the sock with its partner, checked the laundry basket, and left the remaining sorting for tomorrow.

The restitution process continued beyond my kitchen.

The protective arrangements remained something to follow, not something I could forget because sentencing had happened.

If a new contact or request arrived, I would bring it to the people helping me handle it.

I did not need to sit awake deciding what Maeve felt in her parlor or whether David was calling his sentence a misunderstanding.