“Well, I sure hope he wasn’t taking all three of those at the same time.” She paused. “Of course, that’s not what killed him, so I guess not.”

“I’m not a medical doctor, but those would all just make him sleepy. And if he’d taken them together, he would have fallen asleep and died. None of those are going to make him jump off a building.”

“Unless he was depressed and taking none of them,” Sarah said. But that didn’t fit with what Caden or the psychiatrist had described. “And assuming this is all of the medications he’d been prescribed.”

“I’ll check the kitchen and make sure there’s nothing else in there,” Caden said. “I looked through his closet. There are some boxes with personal papers in there. I guess we’ll need to go through those at some point. He’s actually pretty organized. I found his life insurance policy and other stuff.” Caden blinked and looked away. Cleared his throat. “I talked to his landlord a couple of days ago, and Dustin’s rent is paid through the end of this month. I’ll extend that if we need to. Now I’m going to see if there are any more pill bottles in the kitchen.” He headed back down the hallway, and Sarah blinked back tears.

Gavin pulled her into a hug, and she leaned her forehead against his chest, taking comfort in his presence even while her brain was telling her to back away. At the same time, another part of her head was rationalizing that it was just a hug. And she desperately needed a hug.

And yet another part of her mind reminded her that Caden was in the other room and would be more than willing to comfort her should she let him know she needed it.

Sarah ignored the snarky voice on top of all of her roller-coaster feelings. Gavin wasn’t anything like her father. And he was going a long way in proving that.

“No more pills,” Caden said from the hallway.

Sarah pulled away from Gavin and turned to face the doorway. Caden stepped into the bathroom.

“Anything more in here?” Caden’s gaze bounced between the two of them, and she thought she saw a flicker of curiosity, but thankfully, he kept his curiosity to himself.

“No,” Sarah said, “nothing.” She walked back into the bedroom and spied the jeans on the bed one more time. And sighed. She couldn’t just leave them like that. She picked them up by the waistband.

“What is it?” Gavin asked.

“I want to fold them.” A tear slipped down her cheek. She used the jeans to wipe it away. “I just want to fold them for him.”

“Ah, Sarah.” She met Caden’s gaze. He remembered.