Calvin was quiet for a moment.
"She's tall," he said. "Taller than you. She plays the cello. She just started at Metro State, she wants to be a nurse, she told me, like the ones who took care of her mother. She's got Ruth's way of looking right at you when she talks. She's got your chin." He hesitated. "She's angry. I think she's very angry. And she's very sad. She lost her mother six months ago. I think she might have come looking for you because of that, and I think she might hate herself a little for it. That's my guess. I'm a photographer, not a counselor. But I've been watching her face every year since she was one, and that's what I see."
Natalie picked up the card.
From the back room came a small sound: the scrape of a shoe on a hardwood floor, very close to the door, and then quick, light footsteps moving away from it.
Adam turned his head sharply. Natalie closed her eyes.
"How long has she been at the door?" Adam said.