“Take me home, Laura,” she said.
“I will.”
Behind me, Margaret began to cry. Thomas put an arm around her, and I finally understood: they hadn’t taken my mother from me. They had protected her until I could find her.
“Take me home, Laura,” she said.
“I will.”
Behind me, Margaret began to cry. Thomas put an arm around her, and I finally understood: they hadn’t taken my mother from me. They had protected her until I could find her.