** "Who are you?" I ask, staring at the dark-haired boy. "The person who's going to help you find your mother." The dark-haired boy. "Then shouldn't you already know where she is?" I ask, knowing the answer to that question. "Yes." The boy said. "Then let's get going." I said. "Ok, but you can't tell anyone." He said ...
There wasn't anything setting Evangeline O'Shea differently from someone you notice very briefly on a train to the person buying a carton of milk and a newspaper in front of you at the store. That made moving to Vancouver that much easier. She didn't, however, expect to meet a man like Michael Reeves through an unlike...
