They sat in silence for a long moment. Evelyn turned the mysterious note over in her hand. “He always wanted to leave,” she said softly. “Said he’d go north someday, to Niagara, maybe Canada. But no one believed him. When he vanished, people whispered worse things. I knew he chose to go.”
She continued, as if talking to herself, “He loved it there. Said it made him feel small, but free. He talked once about crossing over, starting over. I always wondered about him. But I just didn’t see what I could do that the police hadn’t already done.”