There would have been things Wade had to consider, before he could take control and go for help. Practical things. Shutting the tailgate, for example, so the logs wouldn’t roll out. He would have had to remember to hold the handle up and then push in—there was a trick to it—in order to lock the tailgate.
In the darkness, she lay thinking how strange it was that suddenly her history was gone, too. Everything in her life that had happened before him, everything that had brought them together, was gone. The school. Her childhood. All of England.
But it is not the book itself that is the secret. It is Jenny’s unfinished sketch in the practice pages at the back. She is waiting for Jenny to find it, so that finally, after all this time, they will have to share an acknowledgment of their connection, which is something Ann needs more and more as Wade’s memory fails.
As soon as school was out, they were married. She quit her job.
Ann controlled her tears, pulled the blanket more tightly around herself, and felt for the first time the pain of the unspoken logic that she would carry with her forever: His longing for his daughters was a longing for Ann not to be his wife.
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