Malachy’s Home turns out to be a sprawling stone mansion located on a steep bluff rising high above the Hudson River.Rory guides Kevin’s little red car through the open gates and up the winding drive to the home, noticing that the place has an air of neglect about it. The too-tall lawn is dotted with dandelions and the shrubs are overgrown, and the white paint on the sign at the front entrance is peeling.How depressing, she thinks, looking up at the gloomy three-story building before walking up the wide, cracked concrete steps to the door. Poor David Anghardt, locked away here for all these years, without even his own father coming to visit him.Then again, that was just Barrett Maitland’s take on the situation. For all Rory knows, he’s completely wrong. Or he could be making the whole thing up for some reason. Emily might never have had a twin brother.Still, she’d been vaguely surprised when she called Information last night and discovered there really was a St. Malachy’s in Poughkeepsie.But that doesn’t mean David Anghardt also exists.You should have called here and asked about him before you drove all this way, she tells herself belatedly.
