Elaine’s voice became quieter.
“Because it reminded her of the last day she was ever truly home.”
I closed my eyes.
Eight years of searching.
Eight years of imagining my daughter dead.
And all that time, she had been carrying a piece of home with her.
But there was something else Elaine hadn’t told us.
Something she seemed reluctant to say.
“What aren’t you telling me?”
Elaine looked at Michael.
Then at me.
“Nora believes Caleb is still looking for her.”
PART 3 — THE MAN WHO KNEW WHERE SHE WAS
For several seconds, nobody spoke.
The noise from the café continued around us.
Forks against plates.
People laughing.
A coffee machine hissing behind the counter.
Ordinary sounds.
But my world had stopped again.
“Caleb is alive?” Michael asked.
“We don’t know.”
“Then why does Nora think he’s looking for her?”
“Because she received a message.”
“When?”
“Three months ago.”
“What did it say?”
