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I could have studied the photographs all afternoon, but my stomach rumbled.
What would I tell my clients in this situation? Probably to get out of the house. I’m driving myself crazy thinking every creak is Max or Peter coming to visit me.
Since I probably couldn’t live on cookies and pasta—not that I really had a problem with that, but I did pretend to be a grownup and eat vegetables occasionally—I decided to venture out to get groceries and grab a bite to eat. I threw a cooler with some ice packs in Maddie’s trunk to keep the perishable stuff cold on the long drive back and eased down the driveway. A flash of gray and white feathers in the pines made me stop the car and squint.
“Max?” I whispered, remembering his earlier appearance as a seagull, but the trees’ branches didn’t move
