“Yes.

I’m on my way home.”

“Good.

I’ve locked the front door.

The papers are where they belong.”

“You’re all set for tonight?”

“I am.”

She did not ask me to turn around.

I did not offer to stay another night.

After we hung up, I checked my wallet for the spare key and continued toward Indianapolis.

In Ohio, Eleanor’s document-box key stayed with her, and the brown suitcase was behind the closet door.