Brittany's POV

"Hmm. I don't remember seeing it. Harper drove your car and helped unload. I just made the place livable. Want me to ask him?"

"It's okay. I'll check later. It's probably buried in one of the boxes."

"Worried about your aunt?" Alexander asks, eyes soft.

I nod. "Yeah. She must be freaking out by now."

He cups my shoulder gently. "Please let me have her address. I'll send someone to watch the house. Just to keep ...