Not because she looked exactly like Laura.
She didn’t.
But there was something in the shape of her mouth.
The way she tilted her head.
A familiarity I couldn’t place.
Sophie called out.
“Dolly?”
The woman turned.
She saw me.
And froze.
Then she whispered my name.
“Margaret.”
I stopped breathing.
I had never met this woman.
I had never told Sophie to mention my name to her.
Yet she knew it.
“How do you know who I am?”
Dolly looked toward Sophie.
Then back at me.
Her eyes filled.
“Because my mother told me about you my whole life.”
I gripped the edge of a nearby table.
“Your mother?”
Dolly nodded.
“My mother is Laura.”
For several seconds, I genuinely couldn’t understand the words.
I heard them.
But my mind rejected them.
“Laura?”
“Yes.”Knitwear
“My Laura?”
Dolly started crying.
“She’s my mom.”
I sat down because my legs would no longer hold me.
