Chapter 11
Sunday
When Aiden let himself in the door a couple hours later, he found Megan still working diligently, trying to make connections. She had moved from a simple notebook to multi-colored Post-It Notes. She was using the sliding glass door that led to the pool as her work surface. The door was covered with sticky notes, sectioned off by color in a way that only made sense to Megan.
"Hey there," Aiden whispered, giving her a kiss on the neck. She returned his kiss absentmindedly, her thoughts on the work in front of her. She had questions that needed answers, but she wasn't sure where she would get the answers.
"Have you been puzzling this out since you got home?"
"Pretty much,” she answered. Turning to him, she noticed how tired he looked. “How did your evening go?”
“Well,
