She found the photograph between pages 47 and 48 of a used copy of The Remains of the Day. A Polaroid, faded at the edges. Two women on a bench, their shoulders touching, one laughing with her whole body, the other's smile more reserved, almost worried. The laughing one wore a red scarf.
Marina returned to the bookshop the next morning. The owner remembered her—the English teacher, always buys three at a time—and listened as she explained about the photograph.
"I thought someone might come looking for it," Marina said.