She Nearly Donated This Painting — Until She Saw What Was Under the Frame

Wrecking her brain

Diane found herself staring intently at that one particular word, “Cedarbrook,” as it lingered in her mind like a faint echo. “Cedarbrook, Cedarbrook,” she muttered to herself repeatedly, trying to bring any sort of memory or connection to the surface.

She racked her brain, tracing the years, the places she had visited, the people she had met.