Chapter 27

Gail sat in an overstuffed chair of the library, her legs hanging over the side. She was still in her pajamas, having woken up long before the sun rose. Gail stared at the three photographs. She couldn’t shake the feeling that if she looked at them long enough, they would tell her everything she needed about the past. Gail knew it was stupid, but that sensation had caused her a restless night. By her father’s beard, these photographs had to be taken within the year or so of their death. 

Her dad had started growing it out a year earlier and at the time of his death, it had only just became something that looked like an actual beard. Her dad was cursed with, as he called it, a baby face and he wanted to grow out the beard to look more ‘manly’. Gail remembered he was talking about letting it grow super long, so when he went gray, he’d look like a real wizard.