Once Jenkins was gone, Angela tried to take a nap, but her mind was racing. Rather than pace the apartment, she grabbed her keys and headed out the door.

“Where are you going?” Griffin asked, looking concerned.

“To check the mail,” Angela said. “I think it’s too soon for them to contact us by letter, but it’s worth a try.”

“Good idea,” Griffin said, suddenly hopeful. “Do you want me to go with you?”

Angela shook her head. “You stay ...