Diane\u2019s words followed me for six days.<\/p>\n
Don\u2019t go to her expecting the story you\u2019ve been telling yourself.<\/p>\n
I replayed the conversation until every pause acquired meaning.<\/p>\n
I searched for Anna every morning.<\/p>\n
I stopped every afternoon.<\/p>\n
Grief had made time unpredictable. Some hours disappeared. Others stretched until making dinner felt like an unreasonable demand.<\/p>\n
Meanwhile, Carol remained everywhere.<\/p>\n
I found one of her earrings beneath the bathroom cabinet.<\/p>\n
Her handwriting covered labels in the freezer.<\/p>\n
Her sewing basket contained a half-mended button from one of my shirts.<\/p>\n
Each ordinary discovery made the question of Anna feel like a betrayal.<\/p>\n
Then I would remember Carol\u2019s own insistence.<\/p>\n
Find her.<\/p>\n
On Wednesday, Rebecca drove in without warning.<\/p>\n
I saw her car from the living-room window and opened the door before she knocked.<\/p>\n
She held up a grocery bag. \u201cI brought food that isn\u2019t funeral ham.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI was developing a relationship with funeral ham.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou need better relationships.\u201d<\/p>\n
She stepped inside and immediately began inspecting the house with the efficient suspicion of a daughter checking whether her aging father had become incapable in six days.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou washed dishes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI have extensive training.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou didn\u2019t put them away.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThat\u2019s phase two.\u201d<\/p>\n
She set groceries on the counter.<\/p>\n
Her eyes moved toward the laptop.<\/p>\n
\u201cAny luck?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWith what?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDad.\u201d<\/p>\n
I sat down.<\/p>\n
Rebecca unpacked vegetables, soup, bread, and a container of something labeled quinoa salad.<\/p>\n
I pointed at it. \u201cThat goes back with you.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cIt contains nutrients.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI had nutrients in 1997. Didn\u2019t care for them.\u201d<\/p>\n
She ignored me.<\/p>\n
\u201cDid you find Anna?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDid you call anybody?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cOne person.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWho?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHer old friend Diane.\u201d<\/p>\n
Rebecca stopped unpacking.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat did she say?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNot much.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThat means something.\u201d<\/p>\n
I told her.<\/p>\n
Not every detail, but enough.<\/p>\n
Rebecca leaned against the counter, arms folded.<\/p>\n
\u201cSo Diane remembers Grandma Ruth.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cApparently.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAnd she reacted strangely when you said Mom\u2019s name.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAnd you still think the note in my adoption papers could be meaningless.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI didn\u2019t say that.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou implied it.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019m trying not to construct a conspiracy from three coincidences.\u201d<\/p>\n
Rebecca studied me.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat would make it four?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI don\u2019t know.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAnna.\u201d<\/p>\n
The answer sat between us.<\/p>\n
Rebecca had never seen Anna, had no emotional history with her, and therefore could say the obvious thing without fear.<\/p>\n
\u201cFind her,\u201d she said.<\/p>\n
I rubbed my hands together.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat happens if I do?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThen you ask her.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAnd if she tells me something about your mother I can\u2019t forgive?\u201d<\/p>\n
Rebecca\u2019s face softened.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou mean Mom.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou loved her.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI still love her.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThen whatever she did won\u2019t change every day before it.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThat sounds wise.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019m forty. It happens occasionally.\u201d<\/p>\n
I looked at my daughter.<\/p>\n
Again, those eyes.<\/p>\n
The thought arrived before I could stop it.<\/p>\n
Green like Anna\u2019s.<\/p>\n
I looked away immediately.<\/p>\n
Rebecca noticed.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy do you keep staring at me?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019m not.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou did it in the kitchen after the funeral too.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYour mother used to accuse me of staring whenever I was thinking.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat are you thinking?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNothing useful.\u201d<\/p>\n
She did not believe me.<\/p>\n
Fortunately, she let it go.<\/p>\n
That evening, after Rebecca drove home, I found myself in the attic.<\/p>\n
I had gone upstairs looking for old college photographs.<\/p>\n
What I found instead was my mother.<\/p>\n
Not literally, of course.<\/p>\n
Ruth had stored six boxes in our attic before moving into assisted living. After she died, I brought over another four from her house.<\/p>\n
I had never sorted them properly.<\/p>\n
Carol had offered.<\/p>\n
I always said later.<\/p>\n
Later had become ten years.<\/p>\n
I pulled down the first box.<\/p>\n
Church bulletins.<\/p>\n
Recipe cards.<\/p>\n
Photographs.<\/p>\n
Nothing.<\/p>\n
The second contained letters from relatives.<\/p>\n
The third had financial records old enough to be worthless.<\/p>\n
I continued until dust coated my sleeves.<\/p>\n
Near midnight, I found an envelope with my name on it.<\/p>\n
The handwriting was Ruth\u2019s.<\/p>\n
My heart jumped.<\/p>\n
I opened it.<\/p>\n
Inside was a birthday card from 1998 that she apparently forgot to mail.<\/p>\n
I laughed bitterly.<\/p>\n
\u201cGood one, Mama.\u201d<\/p>\n
I sat on the attic floor.<\/p>\n
Ruth Hayes had been complicated in the way strong mothers often are when their children become adults.<\/p>\n
She loved deeply.<\/p>\n
She also believed love entitled her to manage other people\u2019s lives.<\/p>\n
When I accepted the trainee position in 1985, she told everyone in Millfield before I had officially agreed to take it.<\/p>\n
When I became serious about Anna, Ruth never objected openly.<\/p>\n
But she asked questions.<\/p>\n
What did Anna\u2019s father do?<\/p>\n
Did her family attend church?<\/p>\n
Did she plan to work after marriage?<\/p>\n
Where had her people come from?<\/p>\n
At twenty-two, I dismissed those questions as old-fashioned curiosity.<\/p>\n
Now they sounded different.<\/p>\n
I thought of Diane\u2019s silence when I asked whether Ruth had been involved.<\/p>\n
I stood and pulled down another box.<\/p>\n
Inside were programs, photographs, and correspondence bundled with rubber bands so old they snapped when I touched them.<\/p>\n
One photograph stopped me.<\/p>\n
Ruth stood outside Grace Methodist wearing a gray wool coat with a fur-trimmed collar.<\/p>\n
The date written on the back was February 1985.<\/p>\n
I stared at it.<\/p>\n
I remembered that coat.<\/p>\n
Everyone did.<\/p>\n
Ruth wore it for years.<\/p>\n
I could not explain why looking at it made me uneasy.<\/p>\n
My phone rang downstairs.<\/p>\n
At that hour, the sound immediately frightened me.<\/p>\n
I hurried down, almost missing the final step.<\/p>\n
Unknown number.<\/p>\n
\u201cHello?\u201d<\/p>\n
No response.<\/p>\n
\u201cHello?\u201d<\/p>\n
Then a woman said, \u201cWalter?\u201d<\/p>\n
I recognized Diane.<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019ve been trying to decide whether to call.\u201d<\/p>\n
I sat at the kitchen table.<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019m glad you did.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDon\u2019t be yet.\u201d<\/p>\n
My hand tightened around the phone.<\/p>\n
\u201cDo you know where Anna is?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI know how to reach somebody who does.\u201d<\/p>\n
I closed my eyes.<\/p>\n
\u201cThank you.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBefore I give you anything, I need to ask you a question.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAll right.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDid Carol really tell you to find Anna?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHer exact words?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cShe told me to find her because I would understand everything after I did.\u201d<\/p>\n
Diane was silent.<\/p>\n
\u201cShe also asked me to forgive her.\u201d<\/p>\n
A breath caught on the other end.<\/p>\n
\u201cDiane?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI always wondered if Carol would tell you.\u201d<\/p>\n
The hairs on my arms rose.<\/p>\n
\u201cTell me what?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019m not the person who should.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019m getting tired of hearing that.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI know.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo, I don\u2019t think you do. My wife is dead. My mother is dead. Anna disappeared forty years ago. Everybody who seems to know what happened keeps telling me it belongs to somebody else.\u201d<\/p>\n
Diane\u2019s voice softened.<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019m sorry.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWere you there?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNot for all of it.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cFor what?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhen Anna left.\u201d<\/p>\n
I waited.<\/p>\n
Diane continued. \u201cYour mother went to see her.\u201d<\/p>\n
My mouth went dry.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhen?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBefore the letter.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHow long before?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cA few days.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat did she want?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou need to ask Anna.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat did Ruth say?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWalter.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat did my mother say to her?\u201d<\/p>\n
Diane hesitated so long that I nearly shouted.<\/p>\n
Finally she said, \u201cEnough to frighten a twenty-year-old woman into believing she could ruin her entire family.\u201d<\/p>\n
I stood without knowing why.<\/p>\n
\u201cMy mother?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI was there after.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cRuth taught Sunday school.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI know.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cShe collected money for families when their houses burned down.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI know.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cShe helped your father\u2014Anna\u2019s father?\u201d<\/p>\n
Diane interrupted. \u201cGood people can still do terrible things when they convince themselves they\u2019re protecting somebody.\u201d<\/p>\n
I pressed my free hand against the table.<\/p>\n
\u201cProtecting me from what?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cFrom Anna.\u201d<\/p>\n
The room tilted slightly.<\/p>\n
I sat again.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI don\u2019t know everything Ruth believed. Anna\u2019s family didn\u2019t have money. Her father was in trouble at work. Her sister had just become engaged. Your mother knew all of it.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat does that have to do with anything?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cLeverage.\u201d<\/p>\n
The word landed heavily.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat are you saying?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019m saying Ruth knew where to apply pressure.\u201d<\/p>\n
I stared toward the dark window.<\/p>\n
For forty years I had remembered Anna\u2019s letter as the uncomplicated act of someone who changed her mind.<\/p>\n
Now another version of that year began forming around it.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy didn\u2019t Anna tell me?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cShe was scared.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cShe could have called.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cShe believed things you don\u2019t understand yet.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI would have protected her.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou were moving away.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI would have stayed.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cShe didn\u2019t know that.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou knew where I was. You could have told me.\u201d<\/p>\n
Diane said nothing.<\/p>\n
Anger sharpened my voice. \u201cWhy didn\u2019t you?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBecause Anna made me promise.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAnd you kept that promise for forty years?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cEven after she disappeared?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cEven after I called you half out of my mind asking where she was?\u201d<\/p>\n
Diane\u2019s voice broke slightly. \u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
I covered my eyes.<\/p>\n
There was no satisfaction in blaming an old woman over the telephone.<\/p>\n
Only exhaustion.<\/p>\n
\u201cDoes Anna know I\u2019m looking for her?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWill she want to see me?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI don\u2019t know.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI need the truth.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI know.\u201d<\/p>\n
Diane gave me a name.<\/p>\n
Margaret Bell.<\/p>\n
\u201cWho is she?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAnna\u2019s younger sister.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI remember Margaret.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cShe married. Her surname changed.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhere is she?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cOutside Pittsburgh.\u201d<\/p>\n
I wrote the number down.<\/p>\n
My handwriting looked unsteady.<\/p>\n
Before Diane hung up, she said, \u201cWalter?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhen you speak to Anna, remember something.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cShe didn\u2019t stop loving you because you were leaving Millfield.\u201d<\/p>\n
My eyes closed.<\/p>\n
The sentence struck more deeply than I expected.<\/p>\n
\u201cThen why did she write that letter?\u201d<\/p>\n
Diane did not answer directly.<\/p>\n
\u201cCall Margaret.\u201d<\/p>\n
The line went dead.<\/p>\n
I remained at the table until dawn began turning the windows gray.<\/p>\n
At seven twelve, I dialed Margaret Bell\u2019s number.<\/p>\n
A woman answered cautiously.<\/p>\n
\u201cHello?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cMy name is Walter Hayes.\u201d<\/p>\n
Nothing.<\/p>\n
Then a sharp inhale.<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019m trying to reach Anna.\u201d<\/p>\n
Another silence.<\/p>\n
\u201cPlease,\u201d I said. \u201cCarol asked me to find her before she died.\u201d<\/p>\n
The woman\u2019s voice changed.<\/p>\n
\u201cCarol is dead?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhen?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cTwo weeks ago.\u201d<\/p>\n
Margaret whispered something I couldn\u2019t hear.<\/p>\n
Then she gave me a second number.<\/p>\n
\u201cIs this Anna?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
My heart began pounding before I had even ended the first call.<\/p>\n
I wrote the number beneath Margaret\u2019s.<\/p>\n
For almost an hour, I stared at those ten digits.<\/p>\n
Forty years stood between me and the last time I had heard Anna\u2019s voice.<\/p>\n
Finally, I dialed.<\/p>\n
One ring.<\/p>\n
Two.<\/p>\n
Three.<\/p>\n
A woman answered.<\/p>\n
\u201cHello?\u201d<\/p>\n
Every part of me went still.<\/p>\n
Age had lowered the voice and roughened its edges, but I knew it.<\/p>\n
\u201cAnna?\u201d<\/p>\n
A pause.<\/p>\n
\u201cYes?\u201d<\/p>\n
I gripped the table.<\/p>\n
\u201cThis is Walter.\u201d<\/p>\n
Nothing moved in the room.<\/p>\n
For several seconds I heard only her breathing.<\/p>\n
Then Anna whispered my name as though it belonged to a person she had spent forty years expecting never to hear from again.<\/p>\n
\u201cWalter.\u201d<\/p>\n
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