Five Years Ago - Chad
“I couldn’t find her Mr Kalkowski. I tried, but she’d moved from that address and her lawyer would only promise to pass a message on.”
Chad’s voice is tight. His old teacher lies in a hospital bed. His face is grey, his breathing shallow. Veins trail blue and winding paths through brown-spotted hands….
…. and yet the old man is smiling. “Don’t worry Chad. She’ll surface again, in her own time.” For a moment his breath flutters, but then, “I would have liked to see her again. To know that she received my letter.”
The letter sits inside Chad’s pocket and stays there.
And Chad doesn’t like the sunken eyes, still dark and alert, but housed in a face that is so old….
…. So old….
“When you’re back home, I’ll come round to visit and we can talk about how to find her….
