backpack, I had carried that key.
I pulled it out and placed it beside the message.
Daniel examined it.
“N.H. 17.”
“Northbridge Home. Room seventeen.”
“Is the building still there?”
“I don’t know.”
“Neither do I.”
“I need to go.”
“Tonight?”
“It says midnight.”
“It’s Christmas Eve.”
“That’s why.”
He frowned. “Anna, the building may be empty. It may not even be safe to enter.”
“I’m not asking you to come.”
“I didn’t say you were.”
“You don’t have to.”
He looked at me for a long moment.
Then
