heart seemed to stop.
“She’s alive?”
“Yes.”
I sat down.
For forty years, I had imagined every possible ending to Laura’s story.
Not one of them looked like this.
“And Thomas?” I asked. “Is he your father?”
“Yes. They stayed together for a few years.”
I looked down at the sweater.
“And Laura still never came home?”
Dolly inhaled slowly.
“She did.”
My head snapped up.
“When?”
“1992.”
Six years after she disappeared.
Laura had been twenty-two.
“How do you know?”
“Because she brought me with her.”
I stared at
