Chapter TwelveSea Scope: Present day
The door creaked open, another sign of Sea Scope's age. I exhaled the breath I didn't realize I was holding as my aunt answered. She hadn't changed much, but it had only been two years since I saw her last at Glen's funeral. For a woman on the verge of seventy, she looked years younger. Her red hair flowed around her face but was becoming on her, unlike the shorter styles older women usually wore. It didn't have a touch of gray or white. I supposed she frequently colored her hair or had it done at the beauty parlor. She smiled at me and made the long trip worthwhile.
“Sarah. Come in. I can't believe it's still pouring out there. And you must be Carolyn.” She held the door wide as we entered.
A flash of memory hit me as I stepped into the entryway. It
