Little Abigail seemed to understand that their tears were happy ones. She smiled sweetly as she patted Amos’s cheeks with a tissue that Irina tucked into her small hand—after wiping her own eyes, of course.

Abigail beamed proudly. “Aren’t you glad that I didn’t let you forget the pictures?”

Amos laughed. “I am, Abi-girl. I am so glad.”

Farrah left André’s embrace, coming to stand behind Mercy’s chair, still sniffling. “Oh, look at you, cutie-patootie. We need copies of these. My mama’s going to want to pinch your cheeks.”

“We can scan them,” Irina offered. “The photos will not be harmed, Amos,” she added when Amos looked alarmed.

Mercy let go of Amos’s hand to touch Abigail’s sleeve. “Thank you for reminding him to bring the pictures. I haven’t seen my mama’s face in so long.”

Abigail shrugged. “I’ve never seen mine. She died when I was being born.”

“I’m sorry,” Mercy said softly. “Amos, do you still have her locket photo?”

He shook his head. “I didn’t think to take it after she—” He cleared his throat. “Afterward. The healer removed the locket and it went back to the forge.”

“Who took the photos?” Rafe asked. “For the lockets, I mean?”

“For a long time it was Waylon. He would take the film into the town to get it developed. Then DJ took it on after Waylon died. We haven’t had many weddings lately, but I assume DJ still does. He got a fancy new camera a while back. Seemed a waste of money to me.”

“May have been a digital camera,” Gideon said. “If so, the images might be on that computer you saw in Sister Coleen’s office. Which means you might be able to get one printed later.”

“That would be nice,” Amos said, laying his cheek on Abigail’s hair, “wouldn’t it, Abi-girl?”

Abigail snuggled closer, patting Amos’s pocket. “Yes, Papa. And you could keep it here, like you did with the other pictures.”

The sight of Abigail patting Amos’s pocket sparked a memory and Mercy patted her own pocket, panicking when it was empty. “Oh no. Belinda Franklin’s key is gone. I know I had it in my pocket.” She rose from her chair. “Maybe it fell out in the van.”

“Tom has it,” Liza said.

Mercy blinked, having forgotten the woman was still there. “You’re sure?”

“Positive,” Farrah said. “You were sound asleep and we didn’t want to wake you to ask for the key, so I got it from your pocket.”

“What does it go to?” Mercy asked, light-headed with relief.

“Probably a safe-deposit box,” Farrah said, but Molina cleared her throat imperiously.

Rafe leaned in close. “We’ll talk about it later.”

Because Molina was still here. Mercy had nearly forgotten about her, too. It seemed that it was all right for them to have discovered the key, but its purpose was something they weren’t supposed to know about. “Oh. Okay.”

“Oh. Okay,” Molina said dryly, clearly understanding what hadn’t been said. “Mr. Terrill has given us enough information for the time being. I’ll be going to my office to begin working on it. Agent Hunter will be returning with me. Liza, we’ll drop you off on the way. Where will you be staying, Mr. Terrill? We want to be sure you have a safe place.”