The thick blue logo in the corner caught the hall light.

I reached out a hand to see if my name was printed anywhere on the back flap.

Before my fingers touched the paper, the office door upstairs clicked open again, and I pulled my hand back into my sweater pocket.

At four o’clock, the house was completely quiet except for the hum of the big stainless steel refrigerator in the kitchen.

I sat on the edge of the narrow bed in the guest room, pulling my dark blue wool cardigan tight across my shoulders.