never finished that letter i was writing

[attitude]

At first, she'd assumed that Edward had disappeared. It would fall in line with how everything happened back home, with how each individual Faye came to care for vanished one after the other, by choice or by circumstance. Edward wasn't necessarily a person Faye understood, but she'd been a constant, one of the few that remained in the space after all the years Faye spent frozen, and that in of itself made her valuable. Grounding. Family, in a strange way. So to have that taken yet again only threw into sharp relief that which Faye feared most, and the reason why she was so hesitant to settle with Dean, or to show any level of happiness over having a child. Because everything, on the island, was transient.

But a couple days afterwards, Faye became smarter about the way she searched for anything Edward left behind. Began asking other islanders whether or not they'd caught a glimpse of the olive-skinned redhead, usually with a dog in tow.

Rumors led her to the junkyard. It took a fair amount of waiting that afternoon to finally catch a glimpse of Edward in the open, but Faye could wait.

She didn't appreciate being left behind.