Keeping with the books isn't a question. Even on a good day, you can't pry him away from them. He says secrets stop being secrets once too many people know what they are, which makes sense I guess. Cary and I aren't allowed to peek but maybe if we convinced him that you would hold onto some of the most important ones, he'd feel a bit safer and less restless here at home? He keeps thinking whomever's done this is about to bust through the window any second and I'm not sure a pillowfort will do that much to keep them out if they do.

But do you really think a person did this? Or, plural, people but — mortals? If that's true then how do we know so little? Nobody commits a perfect crime. Not without help.

Anyways, thank you writing me back. Your words help so much. More than you can know.

If there anything I can do, any prayers or incantations I can say to help you, please let me know. I'll commit them to heart as best I can.