Using the address from the photographs, I discovered that Aunt Maggie had once lived in the house I remembered from childhood. But the new owners knew nothing about where she’d gone.
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When I returned home, Mom was waiting at the kitchen table.
“You opened the suitcase,” she said quietly.
“I was worried about you. Who is Aunt Maggie, and why didn’t you tell me where you’d been?”
Mom lowered her eyes before finally revealing the truth.
After my father left, she worked two jobs to support us. Margaret lived nearby and cared for me while Mom worked evenings. For almost two years, she helped raise me, taught me to bake, and gave me a safe place to stay.
