She looked out her window at the night sky. A strange thought came: maybe the Baby Benz had been waiting all these years, carrying David’s secret until someone cared enough to open the secrets. And somehow, that someone had turned out to be her.
The next step was clear. If David had crossed into Canada, there might still be immigration records, old addresses, or even descendants. Margaret had never been one for bold adventures, but suddenly, she was planning a road trip. The envelope, like a compass, pointed her north.