“There she is!” she whispered, eyes wide.
“Where?”
Junie pointed. “By the big tree, Mom! See? That’s her mom, and that lady’s with them again!”
“There she is!”
I followed my daughter’s gaze and my breath caught. A little girl, Junie’s mirror image, stood by a woman in a navy coat. The woman’s face was tight, watching us.
My stomach knotted.
And then, just behind them was a woman I thought I’d never see again.
Marla, the nurse. She was older, but there was no way I’d forget those eyes. She lingered like a shadow.
I tugged gently on Junie’s hand. “Come on, you need to run along, baby.”
She skipped off, calling, “Bye, Mom!” Lizzie ran toward her, instantly whispering secrets.
