I woke Clara gently.
“What happened?” she mumbled.
“He wants to meet.”
She sat up immediately. “Where?”
“The observatory.”
Clara’s face shifted.
She remembered too.
“He used to take us there after Mom worked late,” she said softly. “We’d bring sandwiches.”
Daniel had told me not to go anywhere without him. I called him immediately.
He answered on the second ring, voice alert.
“Iris?”
“He sent the message.”
I read it aloud.
Daniel was silent for a beat. “That could be him. It could also be someone who knows enough about your family history.”
“Jason wouldn’t know that place,” Clara said loudly.
I looked at her.
“Are you sure?” Daniel asked through the phone.
Clara took the phone from me. “Jason never cared about anything before Iris became Mrs. Mitchell. He didn’t know our childhood stories unless Iris told him.”
