her pictures every morning.”
“I know.”
“You knew I thought she might be dead.”
He started sobbing.
“I thought this was better for her.”
My hands shook with rage.
But there was still one question I needed answered.
What had he told Cynthia about me?
Two days later, I finally found out.
PART 3
I was taken to a quiet office.
For an entire year, I had imagined finding my daughter.
Sometimes, in my nightmares, she was hurt.
In my better dreams, Cynthia would run into my arms exactly the
