Magpie. Sophie Draper

else. I try to imagine the coin frozen in a line of cement, or buried in the mud. Or drifting free in a current of water. It can’t be possible. Of all the things to turn up out of the blue, for Joe, my own son, to find …

      That coin belongs underground. Deep beneath where no one can find her.

      It belongs to something that Duncan and I haven’t spoken of once, not since before Joe was born.

      It belongs to her.

      Evangeline.