Gray Point Road had not been regularly used for over 50 years. It was crisscrossed with deep cracks out of which grew grass and weeds. It was the dry season and for miles and miles, the side of the road was bordered with tall brown grass. In the distance were the Gray Point woods.

Behind her was the only home she had ever known in the only place she had ever been. Her mother. Her father.

The place she and Helen planned to meet was on a hilltop. Many miles away.