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If it was just somewhere on the floor, that’s not alarming, but if it was moved to a place that doesn’t make sense, then that’s another thing.
“In her drawer, which I thought was odd because it isn’t something she’s ever done before.”
Emmett writes all this down and then looks at me. “And you checked all the doors and windows?”
“They were all locked last night when we went to bed.”
“Okay, well, I’m going to take another look just to be safe, but it’s clear someone was in the house.”
“Do you think whoever Theo was worried about has found us?” Sophie asks.
“Easy,” I say, taking her hands. “We don’t know who it was yet, just that they were looking for something. If they wanted to hurt you or Eden, they could’ve done so but didn’t. It seems like they just wanted to scare us.”
She inhales deeply. “They accomplished that! They were here when we were sleeping.”
“And they didn’t ransack the place or take anything. It kind of seems as if they were looking for something and wanted us to know it.”
“The file I understand, but my diary only has my personal thoughts in it. I haven’t written in it much since Theo’s death, but still . . . I don’t have anything in there other than my clear confusion about what is going on in my life.”
I take her hand in mine. “We’re going to install cameras everywhere and an alarm. I’ll make this place a fortress if that’s what I need to do.”
Emmett is looking around, taking photos, and dusting the doorknobs to see if he can find any prints that aren’t ours. For now, it’s all we can do.
“Okay.”
“I’ll ask George if he got any calls about suspicious people last night. Maybe we’ll get lucky and everyone being extra vigilant because of the Wilkinson trial will work in our favor. Honestly, Sophie, right now this could have nothing to do with you. Holden has to testify in a few days, so this very well could be a message to him.”
I lean in and kiss her cheek. “Either way, I’m not going to let anyone hurt you or Eden.” They’ll have to kill me first.
ChapterTwenty-Eight
SOPHIE
Emmett and George searched the property without finding anything, but what surprises me most is that Jackson hasn’t tried to contact me to find out what’s going on.
Holden took yesterday off, and while he tried to get his shift covered for today too, he didn’t have any luck. My job has been wonderful. They gave me the rest of the week off so I can get Eden situated. Tomorrow evening, we’re going to see Mama James to go over all of Eden’s care so she can be there without us worrying. Although, I don’t know if anything will allow me not to worry about my daughter.
Even though Emmett and George spent hours searching the property and talking to neighbors, Eden and I are going to be alone today, and it has me unsettled. Not only because I’ve been jumping at my own shadow for the last twenty-four hours but also because I’m terrified something is going to go wrong with Eden’s pump, and I’m not going to know what to do.
“Maybe I can come with you to work,” I suggest.
“You’ve got this, Sophie. I’ll be checking her blood sugar on the app and let you know if I see anything. We just tested it and it was right on point with what the app read, so it’s good. Remember it’ll fluctuate all day long. When she eats, if she plays, the weather, all of that can affect her,” Holden says, squeezing my hand.
“I know you showed me all of this, but it still worries me. What if I get her carbohydrates wrong?”
I am not a doctor, and while Holden has spent time going over everything, asking me questions and answering all of mine, I worry. So many things can go amiss, and Eden is my everything. If she gets sick, I don’t want to react badly.
“You are more than capable of handling this. Eden is doing great. We can both monitor her sugar levels from our phones, and if she goes low, give her some juice, two of the glucose tablets I showed you, or put honey under her tongue. If it’s high, the monitor will give her the insulin she needs. Just follow the diet the hospital created and breathe, love.”
“Okay,” I say, not feeling all that confident, but I don’t have much choice. The nutritionist gave us several daily meal plans that will help keep her regulated, so as long as I follow them, she should be okay.
“You can always call for an ambulance if you need to.”
That is hopefully not going to happen.
“I don’t know if I’m more worried about Eden or someone coming in the house again. You really feel comfortable with me being here alone?” I ask, needing to voice my concerns.
“Yes, because Spencer is coming over in a few minutes to stay with you.”
