She was hoping that somehow Polly would catch the reference, would remember. But she didn’t.
“An island? Do I know it? Near Venice?
Caitlin smiled.
“Not exactly,” she said.
They rode the rest of the way in silence, Rose resting her head in Caitlin’s lap.
Caitlin tried to collect her swirling thoughts as she anxiously looked out at the horizon, waiting for the first sign of land. She was excited to see where Polly lived, excited to see if there was anyone else there that she remembered. She hoped, prayed, that one of them had heard something, anything, about Caleb.
*
It was afternoon by the time they reached the small island, and it was lit up in a soft, orange glow. Caitlin could already tell it was beautiful. It was hardly bigger than Pollepel, stretching only a half a mile in each
