woman froze.
She stared at the photo.
Then she looked at me.
Then beyond me.
His hand closed around my wrist.
“Put that away,” she said softly. “She mustn’t know you’re here.”
I felt like the world was tipping over.
” Who ? “
The woman’s eyes filled with an emotion I couldn’t decipher.
Fear, perhaps.
Or pity.
Then she whispered, “Nora.”
I turned around.
At first, I didn’t see her.
There were too many people.
Then I looked out of the cafe window.
A young woman in a black apron was carrying two plates towards a table.
She had her dark hair tied back in a low ponytail.
She was thinner than Nora had been.
The older she was, it was obvious.
His face had changed.
But not enough.
I knew my daughter.
I almost collapsed.
Michael grabbed my arm.
“What is it?”
I couldn’t speak anymore.
The woman grabbed my other
