On reflection, teaching her how to pick locks had been a bad idea. She had always loved to hide and jump out on him, and for years after she’d gone he would find himself checking every room of the house for her when he came home, in case she’d broken in while he was out and was waiting behind something to surprise him. If he heard a bump in the night and went to investigate, it wasn’t burglars he expected to find. Of course, that wasn’t the problem. The problem was that no matter how many times he looked, she was never there.