Junie chatted endlessly about school, about Lizzy, completely unaware of the storm building inside me.
At school, the parking lot was chaotic.
As we walked toward the entrance, Junie suddenly squeezed my hand.
“There she is!”
“Where?”
“By the big tree! That’s her—and that’s her mom!”
I followed her gaze.
And my breath stopped.
A little girl—Junie’s exact reflection—stood beside a woman in a navy coat.
And behind them…
A face I would never forget.
Marla. The nurse.
