Alive.
Laura was alive.
After nearly forty years of wondering whether my twin sister was buried somewhere unknown, she was alive.
I should have felt only relief.
Instead, the first thing I felt was anger.
“Where is she?”
Dolly wiped her face.
“She doesn’t live here.”
“Where?”
“I can tell you.”
“Why didn’t she come herself?”
Dolly looked down.
“Because she’s afraid you hate her.”
I laughed bitterly.
“Hate her?”
“She thought you did.”
“She disappeared!”
“I know.”
“No. You don’t know.”
My voice cracked.
“I spent my entire life wondering whether she was dead.”
Dolly flinched.
I immediately regretted my tone.
None of this was her fault.
I sat back down.
“Tell me what happened.”
Dolly took a long breath.
Then she told me the story that had been hidden from me for almost forty years.
Laura hadn’t been kidnapped.Birthday celebration ideas
She hadn’t been killed.
