Crimson couldn't shake Cleo's words from his mind; they felt like a puzzle he needed to solve, with the most important piece still missing.
He pondered the idea that the child may have misheard what Celestine had said. However, his four-year-old daughter insisted with absolute conviction that she had correctly heard her name being mentioned.
“You can ask Suh-les-teen’s pet. She knows it too,” Cleo had challenged him.
“Suh-les-teen’s pet?”
“You don't know, Daddy? The one who follows her like a doggie wherever she goes.”
Crimson had trouble believing what came out of his daughter's mouth. The words seemed surreal and detailed, making it hard to dismiss the possibility that the child was telling the truth.
If his assumption was correct, Cleo must have been talking about Amy, Celestine's
