Six Vintage Dresses Left in a Cedar Trunk on Oak Street

“But she was writing a lot of letters those last few weeks. Jane knows more about that than I do.”

The porch light at the family home was burning when I parked the Buick in the driveway.

Jane was sitting on the top wooden step, clutching her leather notebook to her chest to keep out the evening chill.

“I waited for you,” Jane said, her voice a soft murmur continue reading …