Maya smiled, but a chill pricked the back of her neck. Later that evening, she remembered the name she had written in her notes—Evan Reed—and out of curiosity, typed it into her computer again. This time, she found an online memorial.
There, smiling from the screen, was the same man Lily had drawn. Evan Reed stood barefoot on a beach, red running shoes in one hand, Milo at his side. The caption read: Forever running. Maya stared for a long moment before closing the page. How could Lily have known anything about him?