It was a lie.
My daughter wasn’t gone.
She had been here.
Alive.
Growing up somewhere else.
While I was learning how to live without her.
I looked at the little girl standing next to Junie.
My child.
Both of them.
And the truth hit me all at once, so hard it felt like I couldn’t breathe.
I hadn’t lost her.
She had been taken from me.
And for six years…
