The old woman was right. She did look a lot like Denella, only an older version. And she looked exactly like the woman in Denella's dreams.
"That's her! That's the woman I've been seeing inside my head." Denella said.
"Are you sure?" Raphael asked, noticing the old woman's face drawn with confusion.
Denella nodded. "Where is she now; Jennifer Wilcox?"
The woman looked down to the ground. "Sweetheart, she's long gone."
"What do you mean she's long gone?" Denella questioned in curiosity.
"She doesn't own a trailer here anymore, but I can give you an address."
"Yes, that would be great." Denella said, feeling a little more hopeful now.
"It's about ten minutes away. 344 Sandards Avenue, North York."
Raphael searched the address up on his phone. He waited his phone to load the results. When it did, he said, "That's a cemetery."
"Oh, yes indeed." The woman said, adjusting her glasses. "Jennifer Wilcox died about a year and a half ago. I'm sorry I couldn't be much help to you, but good luck." She got her keys and locked the doors as Raphael and Denella left.
Raphael found Denella sitting on the dock with her feet in the water later by the canoes. He walked on the dock, each step he took made the dock scream. He stood beside her, and then bent down to feel the water. His fingertips made ripples in the calm water. The water reflected the sun.
"It's beautiful here." Denella finally said. "That's probably why my mother chose to live here."
Raphael walked back off the dock. Denella looked back to see where he was going. He bent down and picked up a paddle.
"What are you doing?" Denella looked at him with curiosity.
He found a decent canoe and started pushing it towards the water. "You coming?"
"Are you serious?" Denella asked. When she saw he wasn't joking, she got up and walked to the canoe.
Raphael threw a paddle to her, and she caught it. He held the canoe as she got in at the front, and then he got in. Using the paddle to push off the rocks made the canoe move. Soon, they were far out form the dock and none of them had lifejackets.
"You're splashing water on me!" He laughed.
She giggled. "Sorry. I haven't been canoeing in the longest while."
Accidently she splashed more water on him with her paddle. Using his hand, he scooped up water and threw it on her. It went all over her hair and dripped down the back of her neck. The cool water sent a chill running up her spine.
"You did not just do that." she said.