Bab 213: Chapter 213: Grieving

I was at the back door when I heard Philip leave and immediately turned to retrace my steps. Grace poked her nose out but retreated instantly while I returned upstairs. Hey, I had to make the bed, right? No way he was ruining my new mattress. Of course, the chance to poke around a bit? Hard to pass up.

My luck he hadn't unpacked at all and there was nothing to see, really. I knew better than to be so blatant as to go through his things, though by the time I was done making the bed and setting up the towels in the bathroom the temptation to rifle through his suitcase was so powerful I was shaking. Instead, I forced myself to leave the bedroom and lock the door firmly behind me, proud of myself for doing the right thing while my inner snoop sulked in the corner.