There was a long silence.

Then Lacey whispered:

“Your mother.”

I froze.

“My mother is dead.”

“I know.”

“Then you’re lying.”

“No.”

Her voice cracked.

“Emily, your mother didn’t die the way your father thinks.”

I stopped breathing.

“What are you saying?”

“She disappeared.”

“Where is she?”

Lacey began crying.

Then she whispered the words that changed everything.

“She has been alive for twenty-nine years.”

The call ended.

I stared at the phone.

My father had gone completely pale.

And somewhere in the distance, a car engine started.

Someone had been listening.

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