And behind them, in the wall, there was a small square window. Through it, you could see the top of a young tree with pink blossoms on it.
Grandma held out the picture.
“I was hoping to see the person in this photograph,” she said.
Kayla looked down at it.
She looked at it for a long time.
And her expression changed.
I watched it happen. The polite, firm, professional look slid right off her face. Her eyes went wide. She looked from the photograph up to Grandma, then back down at the photograph again.
“Wait here, please,” she said. Her voice was different now. “Please. Don’t go anywhere.”
Then she turned and hurried down the hall and disappeared through a door marked STAFF ONLY.
“Grandma,” I said. “What is going on?”
She sat back down in the chair by the window. She put the photograph on top of the yellow envelope in her lap. She folded her hands.
