“Then we don’t know.”
I looked at the hospital name again.
“Who told the agency she was unidentified?”
“That’s one of the things they’re investigating.”
“How could they tell me my baby died if she didn’t?”
“Who told the agency she was unidentified?”
Nora shook her head.
“I don’t have that answer.”
I stared at the report.
I wanted to believe it.
I was terrified of believing it.
I wanted to believe it.
Five years was a long time to mourn a child.
It was also a long time for someone else to raise her.
“Do you hate me?” Nora whispered.
“What?”
“If she’s Lucy…”
“Nora, you didn’t know.”
“Do you hate me?”
“But I brought her home.”
“You brought home a little girl who needed parents.”
Tears ran down her cheeks.
I wasn’t ready to comfort her by promising nothing would change.
