I found a quilted heart near the Conch restaurant in Garden City, SC. It was our last day of vacation, and I was leaving the beach for the last time, feeling a little sad. Lumbering up the stairs and across the wooden bridge over the sea oats, arms filled with beach gear and covered in sand. There it was, on a bench on the edge of the parking lot. I was so excited. Even though it did not have tag, I knew exactly what it was.
