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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