Penn picked up Brooke’s mail on his way home from work a few days later. It had become their routine for him to stop at the apartment every few days.
He’d suggested that she do a temporary change of address, but she assumed that she would be back in her apartment any day now. She missed the library, but she did get a lot of writing done while he was at work.
She was waiting for him, ready for human contact, by the time he walked in the door. She was in the library when Penn entered.
“Hey,” she said.
He handed her some envelopes. “Looks like junk, but that’s your call.”
She had news for him, so she gave the mail a cursory glance. Nothing seemed important. No bills at least.
“Let me get changed.”
“I’ll let Mrs. Hastings know you’re home,” she said.