Belinda told me that if I went to the Los Angeles Mormon temple and offered them my personal information, I would be granted access to their extensive genealogical archives. In exchange for being a potential ghost bride to some lonely Mormon man, I would get to search through one of the best family databases in the world. For a short moment, I weighed the annoyance of an eternity of turning down advances by random dead dudes against finding Milicent. Hey, I was desperate. Don’t ever say I wasn’t dedicated to writing this book. I decided to do it.
