Love you.

The screen glowed blue on the counter.

I set the phone face down and kept writing.

On the last tab I wrote the word custody and underlined it twice.

I closed the portfolio and held it against my chest.

The leather was warm from my hands.

Before I went upstairs, I checked the porch pot.

The spare key was there, flat against the saucer, exactly where Arthur had told me to keep it.