“I knew that box would be trouble. For weeks after, it haunted my dreams, nagged at me. I'd begged Edward to destroy it, but knew he hadn't.
By the time they came up from the cellar, I'd reassembled the photograph.. “Sorry Robert,” I said, handing it to him, “I don't know what came over me.”
“No Mom, it's okay” he replied, holding two identical jigsaws in his hands, one printed just last week, the other one almost 30 years old.
“Well then,” I said, catching Edward's eye. “Whatever this all means, it's begun now.”
