terrified.
Because if it was wrong, I would have to lose my daughter all over again.
Then Nora asked something I hadn’t expected.
“Claire… do you hate me?”
I stared at her.
“What?”
“If Ellie really is Lucy…”
Her voice broke.
“I brought her home. I adopted her.”
I slowly returned to my chair.
“Nora, you didn’t know.”
“But she’s your daughter.”
“You gave a little girl a loving home when she needed one.”
Nora began crying harder.
“I love her so much.”
“I know.”
“And I’m terrified of losing
