Clearharbour

As Emelye opened the lap drawer of the desk, the strong odor of ink, and cedar wood long sealed up, flooded her nostrils. She was surprised to find Elizabeth had left behind the note paper engraved with her name, and the silver blotter and letter opener that appeared in a package with her name on it under the Christmas tree one year. Surely she didn't know even before she left that she was about to change her identity. An image of Elizabeth walking down a train platform all alone, carrying ...