Chapter 5Denver, Colorado
1964
Daniel stared at the blank sheet of paper without blinking, trying to imagine what it would look like once it became a letter. With his hand curled around a good pen, and a fresh pot of coffee at his side, he was prepared to begin the correspondence. But he didn’t have any words at hand.
He knew he had to write this letter. Carol deserved to know the truth, whatever else stood between them. When he had finally tracked down May, through an endless series of phone calls and letters to the various magazines and newspapers that published her essays, he knew that he had run out of excuses. May knew where Carol was and how to get a letter to her.
Dear Carol…
It was a start.
He didn’t know what to tell her. Should he keep the news simple, sweet, and to the poi
