Chapter 19
2015Mary opened the door of what looked like every other house in the tiny little town of Gossdale. Wood-frame, freshly painted, lawn perfectly kept with cheerful white and orange daffodils lining the sidewalk and huge pale yellow, deep pink, and brilliant red azalea bushes against the house. The rhododendrons higher up on the trail hadn’t even budded yet.
The interior of the museum was nothing like any of the other modest brick or wood frame houses, at least she hoped so. Shelves and long glass-covered display cases filled all the rooms she could see, and almost every space was full of things somehow related to the railroad.
She clutched the watch, more precious than she ever could have imagined, as she walked around the crowded space. The walls were painted a muted cream, s
