Tears slid sideways from her closed eyes, soaking into the face cradle. She didn’t wipe them away. Neither did he.

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He stepped inside, carrying a leather duffel that looked heavy enough to anchor a boat. No oils in sight. Just tools. Cups, stones, a small metal device that looked like a tire iron for a doll.