few years. I was born when Mom was twenty.”
“What happened between them?”
“They grew up. Mom eventually wanted to stop running. Thomas didn’t.”
“And that’s when she came back?”
“Not right away. By then, going home meant admitting she had made a terrible mistake.”
I understood that more than I wanted to.
“So what changed in 1992?”
“Me.”
Dolly’s voice became softer.
“Becoming a mother made her understand what your mother must have gone through.”
My throat tightened.
“So she brought you home.”
“Yes. I was two.”
“What did
