Then, a few months earlier, she demanded to speak with me directly.
That was when they made their biggest mistake.
They told her I didn’t want contact with her.
Cynthia knew me too well to believe that.
“I knew you’d never abandon me without even talking to me,” she whispered.
That was why she had drawn the beach house.
She hoped somehow the picture would reach me.
She dated it deliberately.
It was proof.
Proof she was alive.
Proof she was somewhere she believed I didn’t know about.
Proof that
