“That’s the second deadbolt key,” Paige said.

“The locksmith keyed the new locks just for you.”

She picked up her light jacket from the back of the sofa and took her car keys out of her purse.

“Are you sure you don’t want me to stay and help you unpack the bedroom boxes?” Paige asked.

“I have chamomile tea in the pantry and fresh bread on the counter,” I said.

“I want to spend my first evening sitting quietly in my own home.”