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?”
Elaine looked through the café window.
Nora was laughing at something a customer had said.
I hadn’t heard my daughter’s laugh in eight years.
Elaine lowered her voice.
“I used to run a small women’s shelter about forty minutes from here.”
Michael and I stared at her.
“Nora came to us four years ago.”
I felt the air disappear from my lungs.
“Four years ago?”
“She was twenty.”
“Where was she before that?”
Elaine closed her eyes briefly.
“With a man she couldn’t easily leave.”
My stomach turned.
“What man?”
Elaine looked at both of us.
“I think you should sit down.”
And for the first time in eight years, I realized something terrifying.
Finding Nora might not be the end of the nightmare.
It might be the beginning.
