“She sleeps as well as her father,” Sarah said. “Nothing wakes her.”
“A baby who sleeps well is a good thing.”
They slipped into the great room. Sarah looked out the window into the darkness of the waning night. She yawned, it was after one a.m., and James kissed her lips. “You should go to sleep,” he said. “It’s late.”
“What did you want to show me?”
“Of course you remembered.”
He took the antique-looking key from his keychain and unlocked the bottom right drawer of his seventeenth-century desk. Sarah peeked over his shoulder while he flipped through some files and saw the timeworn papers with his old-fashioned, calligraphy-style handwriting.
“Is that where you keep letters for your girlfriend?” she teased.
James grinned. “Yes. These are letters for my girlfriend.” He found what he
