Like looking at Junie through a mirror that wasn’t quite right.
But that wasn’t what broke me.
It was the woman standing behind her.
And the one beside her.
One of them…
I recognized instantly.
Marla.
The nurse.
The one who had been there the night I gave birth.
The one who told me my baby didn’t make it.
My heart started pounding so loud I could hear it in my ears.
Junie ran ahead, already smiling, already calling out to Lizzy.
The two girls met like they had always known each other.
Like there had never been a gap. Never been six years.
I walked toward them slowly.
