5/28/2014
I slept last night - well enough to dream.
For the first time since that day, it wasn't a nightmare.
We were driving north out of the city, and you were holding my hand.
You had that smile on your face, the one I can never catch with a camera.
When I woke up, I swear I could still feel you with me, could hear your voice in my head telling me not to cry.
So I got up, followed the trail.
It didn't lead back to the city. The boys stayed up all night going through footage, but the car wasn't there.
I found the ferry captain that took that dented black Escalade across the Sound to Connecticut.
You were in that car. Just because no one saw you doesn't mean you weren't hidden in back.
I'm so close; I just need one more breadcrumb.
I should try to sleep again. Maybe you'll come back to me for a little while.