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Outside, they hurried into the Jetta as if it was an escape pod. Neither said anything until they were cruising down the Pacific Coast Highway, putting distance between themselves and that strange encounter.
“It’s her,” Gracie burst out. “We have the same earring.”
“The same earring?”
“Yes, the one I told you and Sophie about.” She touched the soft feather dangling from her ear. “The one I found in the cushions after Mom died. I bet she found it in the bassinet. It’s proof, Mark! Solid proof!”
“Then why didn’t she just say so?”
“I think she’s scared. That’s why she wanted us to leave.”
“Then we should do what she wants. Leave.” His jaw flexed as he shifted up a gear. “If we just keep driving, we can get to Ocean Shores tonight.”
“But Mark, don’t you want to know what’s going on?
