Waiting for Lindsay — Moira Forsyth

All afternoon the voices called, the two syllables of her name singing through the woods, down the steep garden, and across the sands to the sea.On a hot July day, thirteen year old Lindsay Mathieson walked along the shore, past the rocks and out of sight. For ever. Thirty years later, a new crisis draws her family back to that familiar beach, and to memories too long buried.