🗻Tuna and vegetable salad Healthy and tastyAs she read, the entries grew darker, more worried—Clara wrote about a strange man who’d been hanging around the park, watching her, following her when she walked home at night.
“I’m Elias,” he said, holding out his hand. Elara shook it, his palm warm and calloused, a worker’s hand. “I’ve lived here my whole life. I used to bring my mother here, before she got sick. Now I come to feed the ducks, feel close to her.”