Julia

After saying goodbye to Paula and Margaret, I wandered around Van’s home, searching for more mementos, something to make sense of the picture in his office. I’d been through all the possibilities in my head.

Van was married at one time.

I could live with that fact; after all, he was forty-one years old. What I couldn’t fathom was why he’d kept his wedding picture up if he was divorced. And then another possibility ...