Chapter 14Anne and Joe sat on a carved wooden bench, behind them the colors of autumn and part of a weathered barn. Joe alone, on some rocks near Lake Michigan, his face blurred in the mist from the waves. A close-up of Joe, his smile lighting up a face handsome enough to be Anne’s masculine counterpart in modeling. An older photograph, black and white, perhaps college graduation: Joe with long hair, parted in the middle and pulled back into a ponytail, full beard and mustache. A recent color snapshot: Joe standing in a kitchen, leaning against a counter and raising a glass of champagne to the photographer. Another black-and-white: Joe on a living room couch, clean shaven, hair clipped short.
Nick spread the photographs out before him on his desk blotter. Morning light came in through his
