Chapter One
THE WIND cuts through me like a knife. Even though it has been a hot summer, today is oddly chilly. As I walk out toward my car, I wish I had brought a sweater. The thought is an idle one. I would rather think about the cold than why I am out here.
“April!” a voice calls out to me.
I hesitate. For a brief moment, I want to ignore it. But I don’t want to look rude. I stop and look behind me. It is an older man coming up to me now. In his suit and tie, I cannot place him. I am sure I have seen him before. He looks at me fondly as though he remembers me from when I was a little girl.
“April, I just wanted to tell you personally how sorry I am for the loss of your father,” the man says to me. “It is a huge loss to everyone who knew him.”
“Thank you very much,” I say to him, th
