mother?”
That evening, I called my mother.
When I mentioned Sarah’s name, my mother began to cry.
It turned out that years earlier, she had tried to convince Robert that the child needed to know the truth. But the family hadn’t listened to her.
“Daniel,” my mother said, “Sarah never stopped loving her daughter. She spent years trying to recover her health and find her.”The next day, Sarah came to the hospital.
She was a thin woman of about fifty, with tired but very kind eyes.
When Emily saw