Taylor and his crew are checking all the closets and cupboards. I don't think she's here."
"Why would she be here?" It makes no sense.
"Exactly."
"Could she get in?"
"I don't see how. But Taylor is overcautious sometimes."
"Have you searched your playroom?" I whisper.
Christian glances quickly at me, his brow creasing. "Yes, it's locked - but Taylor and I checked."
I take a deep, cleansing breath.
"Do you want a drink or anything?" Christian asks.
"No." Fatigue sweeps through me - I just want to go to bed.
"Come. Let me put you to bed. You look exhausted." Christian's expression softens.
I frown. Isn't he coming, too? Does he want to sleep alone?
I'm relieved when he leads me into his bedroom. I place my clutch bag on the chest of drawers and open it to empty the contents. I spy Mrs. Robinson's note.
"Here." I pass it to Christian. "I don't know if you want to read this. I want to ignore it." Christian scans it briefly and his jaw tenses.