It was the Fall of 1969. Summer was over; the tourists had abandoned the island, the amusement park was closed, and the beach had a slightly forlorn look. Mary took all this in when she crossed the bridge onto the island. She had never been to Folly Beach, by her mother had spent many summers there in her youth. Mary had not come to the island to enjoy the surf and sand; she was there to deliver a Valentine card. A card that should have been mailed over thirty years before, and had it been mailed everything would have been different. That was Mary’s mission on the island, she needed to deliver the card herself. All she had to do was find jack.