Chapter Fourteen
Toward the end of the third month she began to feel restless. It wasn’t unlike the feeling she had toward the end of her time with Namba in the little Eden her Uncle had made for them. Luther sometimes haunted her dreams. She’d wake up to find that she had been m**********g in her sleep.
On a hot and humid June afternoon while she was shopping in Mexico City, a black man, vaguely familiar pressed something into her hand and quickly disappeared in the crowd. She was holding an iPhone and a small sealed envelope. She sat at an outdoor cafe and opened the envelope. It read: “If you’re anything like me, and I think you are, you can return. I did. Just press the ‘talk’ button on the phone you are holding for instructions. Luther misses you. Maureen.”
Heather felt the old el
