He brewed a pot of herbal tea while I dug out a package of the high-end chocolate chip cookies that had been hidden in the cabinet above the fridge so they stood a chance of surviving until we had company. When we’d gathered in the living room, we all just stared at the plate of cookies. Even the promise of extra-large chunks of chocolate and macadamia nuts held little appeal. “Does she have family?” Bree asked. Finn nodded. “Her folks are in Duluth. Cal said the police will call them tonight, but I’ll call them in the morning. I can help them make arrangements, but I bet they’ll want to . . .” His voice grew tight, then trailed off. I knew what he was thinking—that her family would want to take her home to bury her—but it didn’t seem right to say the words out loud. We’d all just seen Emily, spoken with her, argued with her. To talk about that person we knew as just a body to be buried felt too sudden, too final. “Duluth?” Bree said. “Poor kid. She was pretty far from home.”
