The Unseen Secret Behind Joy V.’s Enigmatic Lightkeeping Journey Revealed
Two years ago, the phone rang, the number unlisted. Hesitant, I answered. A sheriff’s detective in Texas came on the line.
“Is this a relative of Nathan Porter?”
I glanced at my daughter, Pearl. She was toying with her iPad on the other hotel bed. It was the final day of a mommy-daughter beach trip to Florida. Earlier, I had plucked a plumeria blossom and put it behind her ear, which now sat on the nightstand between us, its fragrance lingering.
“Yes. My brother.”
My daughter whipped her head up at the mention of her uncle, a person she had not seen since she was in kindergarten, a person she long ago stopped asking about. Had I known what was coming, I would have left the room. Instead, she heard it all, largely through the look on my face.
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