read it twice.
Then a third time.
Adrian lied to you.
There were more instructions beneath it.
“Act normally. If you still have the yellow dress, bring it. Take the roses to the old station at 11:00. Do exactly as I’m asking.”
I looked at the kitchen clock.
10:17.
Forty-three minutes.
My first thought came from the twenty-three-year-old woman still hidden somewhere inside me.
James is alive.
My second thought was unbearable.
If James had been alive all these years, then every Christmas I had spent alone, every
