It wasn’t a topic that we wanted to broach, so I just sat back and tried thinking about comforting things.

For some reason, I felt like I had forgotten something.

It was weird feeling, but I couldn’t shake it off.

What could I have possibly forgotten? There wasn’t anything to forget, so how could I not remember?

I didn’t even know what I was trying to remember! I always seem to be able to muddle myself up.

Instead, I ran the conversation that the undertaker (more formally known as Mr. Royce) and I had engaged in.

“Did your father leave a will?”

I jumped unexpectedly out of my seat, scaring Scooter and making Raine observe me oddly.

The documents!

What had been Papa’s last words?

“Uh…I gotta…gotta go get something. I’ll be right back,” I assured, and ran upstairs to get my shoes. Scooter followed me, his paws beating fervently against the wood.

I needed to open the old house again.

I fished for my keys in the drawers of my room.

I had to find out.