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Chapter Ten
On the evening of the last day of Abby's search, Mike sped home, as he did each night. After wrestling all day with ledgers, invoices, and bottom lines that were seemingly unable to sink much lower, he considered his house a haven, despite all the postfire reconstruction work now going on.
The fact that Abby waited for him certainly had nothing to do with his eagerness.
That evening, as usual, she greeted him at the door with a smile on her lovely face. She wore a plain white cotton dress, and her hair, held back from her face by matching wooden barrettes that set off the shade of her light brown hair, revealed all the more clearly her excellent bone structure.
But the sadness in her eyes told him immediately that, once more, she hadn't found the journals.

 
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