One of the leather bound photograph albums found in our family attic belonged to Eva’s mother, Sarah Rich Paine- Mrs. Otis Paine. Eva and Henry are placed facing away from one another, not towards each other, and that may have been by accident, but to me it seemed ominous. More telling was the carving on their headstone in the South Wellfleet Cemetery, obviously chiseled in two different eras. I had so many questions, and spent time finding the answers that I could. After immersing myself in the history of their life together and the event that separated them (not until death do we part), I enjoyed the process of filling in the blanks and creating the resulting novel.
