Chapter Three
He found a Polaroid. Four people smiled back at him. All four looked alike. Two older, two younger. A family.
The redheaded woman smiling back at him was only familiar because of her hair. There was a rosy blush to her high cheeks. Her smile was big; nearly as big as her face. Her green eyes were big and bright. She had the type of friendly face that made others feel it was safe to tell her their secrets.
She stayed frozen in that smile, as though someone had told her a joke. The punchline was captured forever in the celluloid. A happy moment frozen in time.
She wasn’t alone in that moment. Next to the grinning redhead stood a gray-haired man. His eyes were big, but bushy brows took up most of the real estate. His pupils were small and beady, like a wise, old owl. But the
