Now, inside that rental garage, my daughter was alive.
And she was staring at me as if I were the one who had disappeared.
“Tara,” I whispered. “Oh my God.”
“Don’t come closer,” she said quickly.
I stopped.
“I won’t.”
Her chin trembled.
“I needed to know if you would come.”
“I would have crossed the world for you.”
She looked directly at me.
“Then why did Dad say you left?”
The question struck like a blow.
“What?”
Tara reached into a box labeled MOM and removed a bundle of envelopes tied together with string.
“I wrote these every birthday,” she said. “Nine to eighteen.”
“I never got them.”
“I know.”
She opened one.
“Dear Mom,” she read, her voice tight. “Dad says you went back to America because you didn’t want me anymore. I don’t believe him, but I’m trying to.”
“No.”
She looked up.
“That was my twelfth birthday.”
“Baby, I never left you. Yes, I left to work that day. But I came right back home, with all the ingredients for pancakes in my bag.”
“Then what did he tell you?”
I swallowed.
“He told me you vanished from the garden.”
Something changed in her face.
“He called the police?”
“Yes.”
“He searched?”
“In front of everyone.”
Her jaw tightened.
“He came to see me that night.”
The words nearly knocked the breath from me.
“Where?”
“Claire’s apartment.”
Claire.
Grant’s friend.
The woman who had brought me tea.
The woman who helped distribute flyers.
The woman who hugged me while I shook with grief.
“Claire had you?”
Tara nodded.
“She came into the garden. She said you had an emergency and Dad had asked her to bring me. Everyone knew Claire, so no one stopped us.”
“And Grant knew?”
“He came that night,” Tara said. “I thought he was taking me home.”
I pressed my fist against my mouth.
“What did he say?”
Tara’s eyes filled with tears.
“He said you were gone.”
We sat in silence among boxes that held twenty years of stolen time.
Finally, Tara stood.
“There’s a diner down the road. I can’t do the rest in here.”
“Okay,” I said immediately. “Anything you want, honey. Anything.”
We drove separately.
I kept her car in sight the entire time, terrified she might disappear again.
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