The story began to unfold, a jigsaw puzzle fitting together against her will.
Julian Sterling was known for commissioning restorations of stolen or lost antiques. Mark had taken the job, believing it was a simple restoration. But when he discovered the pieces were illicitly obtained, he had tried to leave. Mark tried hoing to the police station but Julian found out soon enough.
And then, Mark had vanished.
"My mother worked for Sterling," Elias said, his voice lowering. "She told me once, when she was delirious, that she hid something from him to protect someone. She said he didn't deserve the music box."
Elara looked from the photograph to Elias. "The inscription, 'Where the river meets the sky'… It was our phrase, Mark and mine."
Elias looked stunned. "Your husband? Ms. Vance, my mother also said she was supposed to deliver a diary. She said the diary was in a lockbox at the local station."
The narrative of her life, which she had meticulously curated as a tragedy of loss, was shifting into a mystery of finding. She hadn't been waiting for her life to start again; she had been waiting for the truth to be found.
For some reasons, Elara felt a sense of restoration and hope...