David hauled the suitcase back up the ladder, the strong red glow in his memories gradually usurped by the flickering yellow of the torch. He looked across at it. What else had Julia told the invisible baby? The baby that seemed more vivid to her than David did, more alive to her than David who tried to hold her every night and rushed home to be with her every day. Who had waited for her for almost thirty years.
He crawled back into the corner and retrieved the book from the box, just as he knew he would. He couldn’t help it. It would eat away at him, not being able to tell Julia he’d found her secret, but it would be worse not being able to understand what was going on in her head. Not understanding. Again. He opened the book to the entry he’d read. Then, with his heart thumping and a de
