“But Old Annie’s grandfather saw her. He knew she had healed herself.”
“Yes, and everyone thought he was crazy,” Grace said.
“She left this so you would know,” Nick said.
Grace’s eyes went wide and he watched as she reached out to touch the photo’s frame, studying the face of her great-great-great-grandmother. “Not me specifically,” she said. “Someone. The future.”
Nick pushed the rock back into place and swept the area to hide the skid marks.
“Coincidence then,” he said.
She looked at him and smiled. “Coincidence,” she agreed.
Grace returned to the book in her hands, turning a few pages reverently. It was Granny Lily’s careful handwriting, but there didn’t seem to be any drawings or paintings. She hugged the book to her and slid it into her backpack.
As Nick started to rewrap the
