She swallowed hard.
“Because Emily disappeared after giving birth.”
I felt cold all over.
Nora pulled a chair out slowly and sat before her legs gave out.
“My sister was twenty-two,” she said quietly. “She had addiction problems back then. Pills first. Then worse. She got pregnant and hid it from everyone for months.”
I couldn’t breathe properly.
“She refused to say who the father was,” Nora continued. “My parents were furious. By the time the baby came, Emily was already spiraling.”
My mind raced violently.
Sarah.
My Sarah.
Continue on the next page:
