The questions were rooted deep in Margaret’s mind. Did David cross the border? Did he build another life, under another name? Or did something derail him before he got there? The photos and note gave hints, but not answers. And now, she realized, she couldn’t stop until she found them.
That night, she spread the items across her dining table, arranging them like puzzle pieces. If David had reached Canada, maybe someone there had records. Passenger lists, employment files, something. But how would she track down a man who’d erased himself for forty years? She sipped her tea, considering. The answer wasn’t the police. It wasn’t archives. It might be living people.