Ethan gripped the notebook tighter, the torn photograph burning in his pocket. “Do you know what happened to him after that?” he asked. She gave a small nod. “He left for many years. But I heard he moved back about a decade ago.
Lives in a little house near the edge of town now. Keeps to himself, not much for conversation.” Her eyes flicked to Ethan’s, as though weighing whether to say more. “If you’re looking for answers… you’ll likely find them with him.”