Chapter 9 - Searching For The Child In The Dark
Evelyn marched into the torrential downpour outside, refusing the umbrella offered by a frantic security officer.
She walked with purpose toward the formal gardens, her eyes locked onto the distant silhouette of the stone gazebo.
The garden paths were slick with rainwater, but her steps were steady, fueled by seventy years of buried grief.
When she reached the gazebo, the man in the tuxedo was gone, but sitting on the wooden bench was little Lily.
The child was playing with an old wooden pocket watch, swinging it gently back and forth by its brass chain.
“Lily,” Evelyn called out softly, stepping into the shelter of the gazebo’s stone roof.
The little girl looked up, her blue eyes shining with an uncanny, ancient intelligence that made Evelyn’s breath catch.
“He told me to give you the watch next,” Lily said, holding out the antique timepiece toward the matriarch.
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“Where is Thomas, Lily? Tell me where he went!” Evelyn pleaded, falling to her knees in front of the child.
“He’s waiting at the old lighthouse on the point,” Lily answered innocently. “The light is turning back on tonight.”
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