Carman stood in front of the door for what seemed like a day, but it was only a full heavy minute. It was clear no one had been in or out of the door in the coquina wall all season. The ivy proved that. She was not totally confident that she could open it. With all the rain and the hot afternoons, it may be swollen tight into its frame. She’d have to try. She had come so far and given up so much of her life for this journey. Twelve more feet and through that door and her journey would be over.