Krystal’s Point Of View
The envelope still shook in my hands long after Colt had disappeared up the hillceasing down the hill to follow the queer man who had brought him the envelope. The garden around me was dancing in the wind as apparently unaware of how the world had just been tipped. Once more my fingers lingered on the picture. Colt was just twenty, and this other man was too much like him to be overlooked.
Colt's father was Dominic Christian. I caught my breath.
I had caught a glimpse of it one time in passing through one of the old classified files Colt kept locked in a drive. He had not mentioned him, and i realised now why not.
Inside the cottage i sat on the edge of the creaky bed and the letter was on my knees. There was the smell of rosemary and old pages. I read the line
