How could she leave us like we were nothing?
***
The resort manager in Cresthollow was a soft-spoken woman named Diane, and when we showed her the photo and told her what we were looking for, she went quiet for a moment before asking us to follow her to the back office.
We showed her the photo and told her what we were looking for.
She pulled up the security footage from the dates Noah had been there, fast-forwarded through hours of lobby traffic, and then stopped.
There she was. Same hat. Same dress. Walking through the resort courtyard beside the same man, completely at ease, completely unhurried, and completely alive.
I pressed my fist to my mouth and turned away from the screen.
"You know her?" Diane asked.
"I thought I did."
I pressed my fist to my mouth and turned away from the screen.
We spent the next day working our way through the market stalls and beach shops, showing the photo to anyone who'd look. Most people shook their heads apologetically.
