His anguish was obvious and when I nodded he smiled that great big smile that Ginny adored. Poor Edgar! Ginny’s disappearance robbed him of his youth and easy joy; that smile seldom adorned his lips afterward. It robbed me of something, too. Innocence and ease. I can never look at the darkness outside without wondering what lurks in the corners. When the lamps bloom on the street, I peek through the curtains and gaze at shadows. Who goes there, I wonder. What goes there.
