I can see it in my mind’s eye. Rose stood behind her daughter, red hair twisted back in pigtails, grinning from ear to ear. So proud of her little girl. So happy. So free of demons—for at least one instant.
“I’m picturing it right now. It’s a yellow frame with a big frog in the top corner and the words ‘Beachside Bed and Breakfast’ written across the bottom. I think that’s where they would go.”
Dima twists his lips to one side. I know he’s worried I’m clinging to nothing. Hell, maybe I am.
But it’s a name. A findable location. We can go there right now.
“We’ve gone farther than I thought,” Arya says, wringing her hands in the passenger seat.
“That’s how it works when you drive a hundred miles per hour.”
She laughs, but the sound is tense. I glance at her out of the corner of my eye.
