And something about her expression changed.
“She Can’t Know You’re Here”
The woman suddenly looked past my shoulder.
Her face had become tense.
Then she reached forward and gently grabbed my wrist.
“Put that away,” she whispered.
I didn’t understand.
“What?”
Her voice became even quieter.
Then she said something that left me completely stunned.
“She can’t know you’re here.”
I stood there trying to understand what she meant.
Who was “she”?
How did this woman have Nora’s cover-up?
And most importantly, how had a piece of clothing connected to my daughter’s disappearance ended up nearly six hundred miles away?
For eight years, I had lived with questions.
Now, for the first time, I was standing in front of someone who might know something.
And I suddenly realized that the truth about Nora’s disappearance might be much closer than I had ever imagined.
