I went to the counter to pour a mug of black coffee from the pot.

The top page of the ledger was covered in Eleanor’s narrow cursive, laying out eight separate dates over the coming month.

Beside each one were handwritten arrival and departure times that matched my upcoming business trips to Minneapolis, Detroit, and Indianapolis.

Before I could reach for the paper, Eleanor snatched the green ledger off the counter and clapped it shut against her chest.

She drew her floral robe tight with her free hand, her sharp eyes locked on mine.