Another year went by and I received another picture of Mark, this time from St. Louis. There was no letter, just a short note on the back of the photo, "Eat your heart out." I was staring at the photo of Mark when the penny dropped. The first one from San Francisco, the second one from Denver and the third one from St. Louis. Gwen's sister Ilene was a flight attendant - she was mailing Gwen's letters on her trips!
It was hideously expensive, but the private detective I hired found Gwen.
Ending A
She was cool and calm when she answered the door. "What do you want?"
"To talk to you and to see my son."
"How did you find me?"
"I had a private detective follow Ilene until she led him to you."
"Well you wasted a trip Brian. We have nothing to say to each other and you can't see your son b
