Chapter 50
After Tanner left, Jessie spent the rest of the morning flipping through the numerous books Ceara had left for her. She had known nothing about the British Isles; she hadn't even known that Ireland was an island. God, how had she managed to pass any grade in school with such limited knowledge? How could she not know how beautifully green England was? If it weren't for Princess Diana, she'd know nothing about England or its people. It was a wondrous place filled with monoliths, burial grounds, and myths that blurred folklore and reality.
The more she looked at it, the more familiar it became, and though she had studied hundreds of pictures, she kept coming back to the big white stone where Cate was to have left the ankh.
"Someday, Cate," Jessie whispered, tracing the rock with her finger, "I'll go there. I'll not rest again until I know for sure."