Older, obviously.
Her face had changed.
But not enough.
I knew her.
A mother knows.
My knees nearly gave out.
Michael caught my arm.
“What is it?”
I couldn’t speak.
The woman grabbed my other hand.
“Please don’t go in there.”
“That’s my daughter.”
“I know.”
“She’s alive.”
“Yes.”
Michael followed my gaze.
His entire body went rigid.
“Oh, my God.”
He started toward the café.
The woman quickly stepped in front of him.
“No.”
Michael stared at her.
“Move.”
“Please.”
“That is our daughter.”
“I know exactly who she is.”
“Then move.”
I said his name.
Michael looked at me.
I don’t know why I stopped him.
Maybe it was the expression on the woman’s face.
She didn’t look like someone trying to keep Nora from us.
She looked terrified of what Nora might do if we surprised her.
“Who are you?” I asked.
“My name is Elaine.”
“How do you know my daughter?”
