At the back of the book, Loren found a loose picture of a couple with two children. It was a glossy black and white photograph. The stamp on the back said 1950. The man had his arm around the lady and a child clung to each of their hips. They were laughing at whoever took the picture. She smiled at the happiness they exuded. She’d pondered their identity since her arrival. She could hear Molly singing in the kitchen, so took the picture to show her. “Do you know who these people are?” Molly took the picture and studied it closely. “I don’t know for a fact, but think this is Miles Chapeau and his family.” She handed the photo back. “Actually, the woman in the picture isn’t the children’s mother.” Face scrunched into a scowl, she said, “Seems I remember a story about his wife drowning in the mill pond. No, that’s not right. I think she just disappeared one day. The reason I thought she’d drowned is they drained the pond looking for her.” “Goodness. That’s freaky.” “Yeah, was a big to-do around here from the rumors still flying around. Folks thought Mr. Chapeau had killed the woman and done a good job hiding her grave.” “Who is this woman then?” “I think she’s his second wife.” She scrubbed the counter with a vengeance and then stopped. “Or maybe she’s the nanny.” Nanny thought Loren. They’re mighty cozy to be employer and employee – maybe lovers was more like it. She squinted to look closer but the woman’s face was turned to the man’s so all she got was a side view. For some reason, she looked familiar.