Back at the hotel, Michael cried.
I had seen my husband cry before.
Never like that.
“What if she disappears again?”
“She won’t.”
“You don’t know that.”
“No.”
So we waited.
At seven that evening, my phone rang.
Elaine.
“She wants to see you.”
Twenty minutes later, Michael and I were sitting in a quiet room behind the café.
Then the door opened.
Nora walked in.
For several seconds, none of us moved.
She looked at me.
Then at Michael.
Her face crumpled.
“I’m sorry.”
I crossed the room before I even realized I had moved.
I wrapped my arms around her.
For half a second, she went stiff.
Then she collapsed against me.
She was crying so hard I could barely understand the words.
“I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m sorry.”
I held her face.
“Stop.”
“I left.”
“You were sixteen.”
“I went with him.”
