Arthur slept through most of the flight to Europe.<\/p>\n
I did not.<\/p>\n
Every few hours, he woke, looked at me, and said some version of the same thing.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou should sleep.\u201d<\/p>\n
Then he immediately fell asleep again.<\/p>\n
By the third time, I considered throwing a pillow at him.<\/p>\n
Instead, I watched the map on the seat-back screen as our tiny digital airplane moved toward Europe.<\/p>\n
I had been to France once.<\/p>\n
Not with Robert.<\/p>\n
Before him.<\/p>\n
That fact bothered me because I had almost forgotten.<\/p>\n
I was twenty-eight then, traveling with my college friend June Parker.<\/p>\n
June.<\/p>\n
I sat upright.<\/p>\n
Arthur opened one eye.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI know who June is.\u201d<\/p>\n
He blinked.<\/p>\n
\u201cShould I be worried?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cExcellent.\u201d<\/p>\n
He closed his eyes.<\/p>\n
I nudged him.<\/p>\n
\u201cWake up.\u201d<\/p>\n
He sighed.<\/p>\n
\u201cI was afraid you'd say that.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cJune Parker. We went to France together before I married Robert.\u201d<\/p>\n
Arthur straightened.<\/p>\n
\u201cThe name on the map.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy would Robert mark it?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI don't know.\u201d<\/p>\n
But this mystery felt different.<\/p>\n
It belonged to my life.<\/p>\n
June and I had met while working our first office jobs. We were opposites in almost every obvious way. I made lists. June lost lists. I arrived early. June considered punctuality an unnecessary social convention.<\/p>\n
She had convinced me to travel with her after months of saving.<\/p>\n
We spent twelve days in France.<\/p>\n
I remembered cheap rooms.<\/p>\n
Train stations.<\/p>\n
Bread eaten on benches.<\/p>\n
June flirting shamelessly with a waiter.<\/p>\n
A storm near the coast.<\/p>\n
Then something else surfaced.<\/p>\n
A promise.<\/p>\n
I turned toward the dark airplane window.<\/p>\n
\u201cOh, Robert.\u201d<\/p>\n
Arthur waited.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI told him about June.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhen?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYears ago.\u201d<\/p>\n
I closed my eyes, searching through the memory.<\/p>\n
Robert and I had been sitting in the backyard. The children were grown. We had been talking about travel.<\/p>\n
I told him that June and I once promised we would return to the same coastal village when we were old.<\/p>\n
Not middle-aged.<\/p>\n
Old.<\/p>\n
We had laughed about meeting there at seventy.<\/p>\n
Arthur watched me.<\/p>\n
\u201cHow old are you?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDon't be irritating.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cSixty-nine.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI know.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cSo Robert remembered.\u201d<\/p>\n
Apparently he had.<\/p>\n
The realization hurt in a different way.<\/p>\n
The mark on the map wasn't another hidden chapter of Robert's life.<\/p>\n
It was mine.<\/p>\n
He had marked a promise I had forgotten.<\/p>\n
We landed in Paris the following morning.<\/p>\n
Arthur complained about his back.<\/p>\n
I complained about his complaining.<\/p>\n
We took a train south.<\/p>\n
The farther we traveled, the more memories returned.<\/p>\n
Not clear memories.<\/p>\n
Fragments.<\/p>\n
June standing on a platform wearing a ridiculous straw hat.<\/p>\n
The smell of salt.<\/p>\n
A tiny caf\u00e9.<\/p>\n
A blue door.<\/p>\n
A photograph taken beside a stone wall.<\/p>\n
I had not spoken to June in more than thirty years.<\/p>\n
Life had separated us gradually.<\/p>\n
Marriage.<\/p>\n
Children.<\/p>\n
Moves.<\/p>\n
Christmas cards became less frequent.<\/p>\n
Telephone calls stopped.<\/p>\n
Eventually, she became someone I remembered rather than someone I knew.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat if she's dead?\u201d I asked.<\/p>\n
Arthur looked out the train window.<\/p>\n
\u201cThen you'll remember her here.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat if she's alive?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThen perhaps you'll find her.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou make things sound very simple.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThey usually are before people complicate them.\u201d<\/p>\n
I smiled.<\/p>\n
We arrived at the coastal village late in the afternoon.<\/p>\n
It had changed.<\/p>\n
Of course it had.<\/p>\n
The little station was newer.<\/p>\n
The road was busier.<\/p>\n
Several buildings I remembered were gone.<\/p>\n
But the sea was the same.<\/p>\n
I stood on the promenade and breathed.<\/p>\n
Arthur remained a few steps behind.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou remember?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cSome of it.\u201d<\/p>\n
We found a small hotel.<\/p>\n
After checking in, I searched online for June Parker.<\/p>\n
There were hundreds.<\/p>\n
I added her hometown.<\/p>\n
Then her old occupation.<\/p>\n
Nothing certain.<\/p>\n
I tried social media.<\/p>\n
More names.<\/p>\n
More faces.<\/p>\n
None I recognized.<\/p>\n
Arthur sat across the room reading.<\/p>\n
\u201cAny luck?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cTomorrow.\u201d<\/p>\n
I closed the laptop.<\/p>\n
\u201cTomorrow.\u201d<\/p>\n
That word no longer felt like an excuse.<\/p>\n
Sometimes tomorrow was simply the next day.<\/p>\n
The following morning, we walked through the village.<\/p>\n
I searched for the caf\u00e9 June and I had loved.<\/p>\n
It was gone.<\/p>\n
In its place stood a bakery.<\/p>\n
I went inside anyway.<\/p>\n
An elderly woman worked behind the counter.<\/p>\n
I showed her an old photograph I had found in my email archives after hours of searching.<\/p>\n
Two young women stood outside the caf\u00e9.<\/p>\n
June and me.<\/p>\n
The woman studied it.<\/p>\n
\u201cThat building was here,\u201d she said.<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cMy parents owned it.\u201d<\/p>\n
My heart jumped.<\/p>\n
\u201cDo you remember this woman?\u201d<\/p>\n
She looked closer.<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
Then she pointed at June.<\/p>\n
\u201cMaybe.\u201d<\/p>\n
I waited.<\/p>\n
\u201cThere was an American woman who returned several times.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhen?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYears apart.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat was her name?\u201d<\/p>\n
The woman frowned.<\/p>\n
\u201cJune?\u201d<\/p>\n
My heart began pounding.<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cShe used to send postcards.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cTo whom?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cMy mother.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDo you know where she is?\u201d<\/p>\n
The woman shook her head.<\/p>\n
\u201cNot now.\u201d<\/p>\n
My disappointment must have shown.<\/p>\n
She disappeared into the back.<\/p>\n
Several minutes later, she returned carrying an old metal box.<\/p>\n
Inside were postcards.<\/p>\n
Dozens.<\/p>\n
She sorted through them.<\/p>\n
Then she found one.<\/p>\n
The handwriting was June's.<\/p>\n
I knew it immediately.<\/p>\n
The postcard had been sent nine years earlier.<\/p>\n
On the back, June had written that she planned to return for her seventieth birthday.<\/p>\n
I stared at the date.<\/p>\n
Arthur leaned over my shoulder.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhen?\u201d<\/p>\n
I calculated.<\/p>\n
Then looked at him.<\/p>\n
\u201cThis year.\u201d<\/p>\n
The bakery owner smiled.<\/p>\n
\u201cMaybe she remembers the promise too.\u201d<\/p>\n
I laughed.<\/p>\n
Then cried.<\/p>\n
The owner pretended not to notice.<\/p>\n
We asked whether June had left contact information.<\/p>\n
No.<\/p>\n
But one postcard mentioned a town in Oregon.<\/p>\n
That was enough.<\/p>\n
I called Karen.<\/p>\n
She answered on the second ring.<\/p>\n
\u201cEverything okay?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes. I need you to find someone.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWho?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cJune Parker.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWho is June Parker?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cMy friend.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou have a friend named June?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI had a life before you were born.\u201d<\/p>\n
Karen laughed.<\/p>\n
\u201cApparently.\u201d<\/p>\n
I gave her the details.<\/p>\n
Two hours later, she called back.<\/p>\n
\u201cI think I found her.\u201d<\/p>\n
My heart jumped.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhere?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cOregon.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAlive?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAre you sure?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cPretty sure.\u201d<\/p>\n
Karen gave me a telephone number.<\/p>\n
I stared at it for several minutes before dialing.<\/p>\n
Arthur waited on the balcony.<\/p>\n
The telephone rang.<\/p>\n
Once.<\/p>\n
Twice.<\/p>\n
Three times.<\/p>\n
Then a woman answered.<\/p>\n
\u201cHello?\u201d<\/p>\n
Thirty years disappeared.<\/p>\n
\u201cJune?\u201d<\/p>\n
Silence.<\/p>\n
\u201cYes?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThis is Abigail.\u201d<\/p>\n
Another silence.<\/p>\n
Then:<\/p>\n
\u201cAbby?\u201d<\/p>\n
Nobody had called me that in decades.<\/p>\n
I covered my mouth.<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
June laughed.<\/p>\n
Then she began crying.<\/p>\n
So did I.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou old fool,\u201d she said.<\/p>\n
\u201cI was about to say the same thing.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhere are you?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cFrance.\u201d<\/p>\n
Silence.<\/p>\n
Then she shouted so loudly I moved the phone away.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou went without me?\u201d<\/p>\n
I laughed through tears.<\/p>\n
\u201cI didn't know whether you were alive.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNeither did I.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThat seems rude.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou stopped writing.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou stopped first.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWe're too old for this argument.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWe were too old thirty years ago.\u201d<\/p>\n
Arthur looked in from the balcony.<\/p>\n
I nodded.<\/p>\n
It was her.<\/p>\n
June and I talked for nearly an hour.<\/p>\n
She had married twice.<\/p>\n
Divorced once.<\/p>\n
Been widowed once.<\/p>\n
She had two daughters.<\/p>\n
Four grandchildren.<\/p>\n
Arthritis in one knee.<\/p>\n
An unreasonable hatred of decaffeinated coffee.<\/p>\n
Some things had changed.<\/p>\n
Some had not.<\/p>\n
Then I asked the question.<\/p>\n
\u201cDo you remember what we promised?\u201d<\/p>\n
June became quiet.<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cSeventy.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou're seventy next spring.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cSo are you.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNot until later.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou always were annoyingly younger.\u201d<\/p>\n
I smiled.<\/p>\n
\u201cCome here.\u201d<\/p>\n
Silence.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cCome to France.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAbby\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cCome.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI can't just fly to France.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy not?\u201d<\/p>\n
There was a long pause.<\/p>\n
I recognized it.<\/p>\n
That pause had ruled most of my life.<\/p>\n
Bills.<\/p>\n
Family.<\/p>\n
Schedules.<\/p>\n
Reasons.<\/p>\n
\u201cJune.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cIf not now, when?\u201d<\/p>\n
She exhaled.<\/p>\n
\u201cI hate you.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI know.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI'll look at flights.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThat's not an answer.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cStill bossy.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cStill late.\u201d<\/p>\n
She laughed.<\/p>\n
Then said, \u201cGive me three days.\u201d<\/p>\n
We ended the call.<\/p>\n
Arthur came inside.<\/p>\n
\u201cWell?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cShe might come.\u201d<\/p>\n
He smiled.<\/p>\n
\u201cGood.\u201d<\/p>\n
I looked toward the sea.<\/p>\n
\u201cRobert remembered.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThe promise?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI forgot it completely.\u201d<\/p>\n
Arthur sat beside me.<\/p>\n
\u201cHe didn't.\u201d<\/p>\n
That evening, I called Eric.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhere did you find the map?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cIn one of Dad's old storage boxes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWas there anything else?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cMostly papers.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat kind?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cReceipts. Notes. Travel brochures.\u201d<\/p>\n
I straightened.<\/p>\n
\u201cTravel brochures?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYeah.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cFrom where?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI don't know. A bunch of places.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDon't throw them away.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI wasn't planning to.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cPhotograph them.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAll of them?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
He sighed.<\/p>\n
\u201cHow many mysteries did Dad leave?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cApparently enough to ruin your weekend.\u201d<\/p>\n
He laughed.<\/p>\n
The photographs arrived gradually over the next hour.<\/p>\n
Rome.<\/p>\n
Kyoto.<\/p>\n
Buenos Aires.<\/p>\n
Melbourne.<\/p>\n
A small town in Switzerland.<\/p>\n
A train route through Canada.<\/p>\n
Some brochures were decades old.<\/p>\n
Robert had kept them all.<\/p>\n
Then Eric sent one final image.<\/p>\n
It wasn't a brochure.<\/p>\n
It was a handwritten list.<\/p>\n
At the top, Robert had written:<\/p>\n
Places Abigail talked herself out of seeing.<\/p>\n
I stared at it.<\/p>\n
Arthur read over my shoulder.<\/p>\n
\u201cThat's quite a list.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHe kept track.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
I scrolled.<\/p>\n
Beside several destinations, Robert had written short notes.<\/p>\n
Too expensive.<\/p>\n
Kids needed us.<\/p>\n
Maybe next year.<\/p>\n
After retirement.<\/p>\n
When things calm down.<\/p>\n
Each excuse was painfully familiar.<\/p>\n
Some had been mine.<\/p>\n
Some his.<\/p>\n
Most belonged to both of us.<\/p>\n
At the bottom was one sentence.<\/p>\n
Stop waiting.<\/p>\n
I put the phone down.<\/p>\n
Arthur didn't say anything.<\/p>\n
\u201cHe knew.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHe knew we were wasting time.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAnd we still did it.\u201d<\/p>\n
Arthur leaned back.<\/p>\n
\u201cKnowing something isn't the same as changing it.\u201d<\/p>\n
I looked at him.<\/p>\n
\u201cIs that what happened with Anne?\u201d<\/p>\n
He nodded.<\/p>\n
\u201cWe planned things too.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDid you do them?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cSome.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNot enough?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNever enough.\u201d<\/p>\n
We sat quietly.<\/p>\n
Then Arthur said, \u201cThat's why I said yes when you asked me to France.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI didn't ask.\u201d<\/p>\n
He smiled.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou strongly implied.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI remember you inviting yourself.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHistory is written by survivors.\u201d<\/p>\n
I laughed.<\/p>\n
Three days later, June called.<\/p>\n
\u201cI bought the ticket.\u201d<\/p>\n
I stood so quickly my chair scraped across the hotel floor.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou're coming?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI land Thursday.\u201d<\/p>\n
I covered my mouth.<\/p>\n
Arthur smiled from across the room.<\/p>\n
June continued.<\/p>\n
\u201cIf this is terrible, I'm blaming you.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cFair.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAnd I'm not sharing a room.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI didn't ask.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou snore.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou don't know that.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou did at twenty-eight.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI have improved.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cPeople don't improve at sleeping.\u201d<\/p>\n
I laughed.<\/p>\n
After we hung up, I went outside.<\/p>\n
The sea stretched beneath a pale evening sky.<\/p>\n
Robert had brought me here without ever setting foot beside me.<\/p>\n
Not by controlling where I went.<\/p>\n
By remembering the things I once wanted.<\/p>\n
That distinction mattered.<\/p>\n
Two days later, another message arrived from Eric.<\/p>\n
Found something else.<\/p>\n
Attached was a photograph of a sealed envelope.<\/p>\n
My name was written across it.<\/p>\n
Below my name, Robert had written:<\/p>\n
Only after Australia.<\/p>\n
I called Eric immediately.<\/p>\n
\u201cOpen it.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAre you sure?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
He hesitated.<\/p>\n
\u201cMom, Dad sealed it.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAnd addressed it to me.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cExactly.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cSo open it.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThat feels illegal.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou used to steal money from my purse.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI was twelve.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cConsider this repayment.\u201d<\/p>\n
He laughed.<\/p>\n
I heard paper tearing.<\/p>\n
Then silence.<\/p>\n
\u201cEric?\u201d<\/p>\n
Nothing.<\/p>\n
\u201cEric?\u201d<\/p>\n
His voice changed.<\/p>\n
\u201cMom.\u201d<\/p>\n
My stomach tightened.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThis isn't a letter.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat is it?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cIt's a document.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat kind?\u201d<\/p>\n
He paused.<\/p>\n
Then said, \u201cDad bought something.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat?\u201d<\/p>\n
Eric read the page again.<\/p>\n
\u201cA piece of land.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhere?\u201d<\/p>\n
Another silence.<\/p>\n
\u201cAustralia.\u201d<\/p>\n
I sat down.<\/p>\n
Arthur saw my face and came closer.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhen?\u201d<\/p>\n
I asked.<\/p>\n
Eric told me the date.<\/p>\n
Twenty-five years earlier.<\/p>\n
The secret trip.<\/p>\n
My heart began pounding.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhose name is on the deed?\u201d<\/p>\n
Eric didn't answer immediately.<\/p>\n
\u201cEric.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYours.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNot mine.\u201d<\/p>\n
His voice softened.<\/p>\n
\u201cYours, Mom.\u201d<\/p>\n
I couldn't speak.<\/p>\n
Arthur watched me.<\/p>\n
Eric continued.<\/p>\n
\u201cDad bought it in your name.\u201d<\/p>\n
I looked toward the French coast, thousands of miles from Melbourne.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat land?\u201d<\/p>\n
Eric unfolded another page.<\/p>\n
When he answered, I already knew.<\/p>\n
\u201cThe property beside the lake.\u201d<\/p>\n
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