Robin

Kip stopped by on the way to school to report that Cris left for Wendale that morning. I said I ought to go back to work, but I must have sounded as uncertain as I felt. Kip suggested I take another day, and we agreed to go in together tomorrow and see how things went from there.

Around lunchtime, Eden Thatcher arrived on my doorstep. I managed a civil greeting, but inside I quailed.

I scanned the floor for puppy mess before inviting the Administrator in. I offere...