The website featured all of the missions, as well as pictures. I could click onto my grandfather's name and it brought up any pictures associated with him. One of them showed the crew of his plane. I studied it for a moment to get a feel for what my grandfather looked like. I could see a family resemblance between him and my father. I think I looked more like my mother than my father, so I couldn't see too much of him in me. I then looked at his crewmates and felt my jaw drop. Standing next to my grandfather was a man who bore an uncanny resemblance to Izzy!

I quickly looked at the names printed below the picture. The man next to my grandfather was Ray Worth, the navigator. Izzy's grandfather was the man with my grandfather when he fell through the bomb bay doors!

Chapter 8

"I found our families' connection," I blurted out upon entering Sabrina's room at the Westin.

I was only a few minutes late, but it wasn't an attempt on my part to be fashionable. My goal was to get to the hotel before ten, but the thought of seeing her had me so excited I kept forgetting things—like four times. Twice, I didn't remember until I was halfway down the block on my way to the T station. The fourth time, I was passing Seymour's apartment on my way back down when he opened the door and yelled, "Stop!" I stopped.

"Think," he said. "Stop and think for a minute. 'Have I remembered everything this time? Can I avoid clomping up the steps for a fifth time, assuring that Seymour, who was up until two doing business online, can maybe attempt to get back to the sleep from which he was so rudely interrupted?'"

"Sorry, Seymour. I'm going to be late for an appointment, and the things I'm forgetting are important. I really didn't mean to wake you up."

"Well, if you did mean to wake me up, then we'd have some issues. " He looked me over. "If you're going to a job interview—yes I heard—or on a date—yes, I saw her—you might want to change your clothes." I was wearing jeans and a Disney World long-sleeve shirt, along with my jacket.

"No to both of those, but yes, I'm meeting her. But we're working on something. I'll tell you about it later."

"No need. Molly already told me." He was the only one who called Mo, Molly. The two of them had a weird relationship. They couldn't be at further corners of the world, opinion-wise, and yet, you couldn't tell something to one of them without the other knowing soon after. The funny thing was, I never saw them together. Never. Very strange.

I got to Sabrina's room at about 10:15. She greeted me wearing jeans and a Red Sox t-shirt. She was barefoot. I was in love! And how in the world could her hair shine like that in a hotel room on a cloudy day? I was beginning to think she wasn't human. Goddess, maybe?