They hadn’t done much if this was all they had to show for it. The first page was headed, Day 1, Thursday, and the date. Like he didn’t remember that day. Yesterday. The day they’d finally found him. Why’d it taken them so long to come looking for him? How had they known he was there? He’d been t...
Sinclair was such a dear. She always had a full breakfast ready for me, even though my departure was so early in the morning. I would be exhausted by the time I reached Hamelin, but this trip, what with finding Leslie Farquharson Gordon and her magnificent handwoven pieces, had been particularly ...