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Chapter 7-2
After stopping at the post office to express mail his will to his sister, Daniel asked if they could stop by the house. “Just to make certain it’s still standing,” he explained dryly. “And to get my laptop. Why the hell I forgot to when I was packing up.” He shook his head. “Because you were in panic mode,” Griffin suggested, giving him a hug. “Yeah. True.” After putting on their helmets, foregoing the balaclavas since they weren’t going that far, they rode out to the house. “See, still in one piece,” Griffin said after dismounting. Daniel nodded, starting around to the back of the house. He was surprised to see the damage to the exterior wasn’t as bad as he’d remembered. There weren’t even any smoky stains, which he put down to the storm washing them away since the snow on the ground
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