"You know her?"
Leo's heart hammered. "Do you have a copy?" Searching for- Christiana Cinn woodman in-All C...
The last time Leo had seen her was ten years ago, backstage at a folk club in Portland. She had been tuning a battered guitar, humming something she hadn't written down yet. "If you ever lose me," she'd said with a half-smile, "look in the forgotten music." "You know her
"I'm looking for a record. Or a person. Maybe both." Leo pulled a worn photograph from his wallet: Christiana, laughing, hair wild, holding a test pressing with a handwritten label: Woodman – Lost Songs, Side A . "If you ever lose me," she'd said with
The rain had turned Queen Street into a river of headlights and regret, but Leo stood dry under the awning of All City Records , hands deep in his coat pockets. Inside, the warm smell of old vinyl and dust wrapped around him like a familiar ghost.