For a moment, neither of us could speak.
Then she whispered, "Thank you."
I began crying.
Because I didn't know whether to thank her.
Or apologize.
Or tell her that neither of us should ever have been forced into this moment.
***
Before we left, Rebecca asked Emily to open a small drawer beside her bed.
Inside was a folded drawing.
A little girl stood beneath a yellow sun.
Beside her was a woman with long dark hair.
Above them, in childish handwriting, were the words:
**WHEN I FIND MY MOM.**
Emily stared at it.
"You drew this?"
Rebecca nodded.
"After they took you."
My heart tightened.
Emily carefully unfolded the paper.
On the back was a name.
**CEDAR VALE MATERNITY HOME.**
I looked toward Catherine.
She had gone pale.
"What is it?" I asked.
Catherine swallowed.
"That's the name of the organization Henry was investigating before he died."
A chill moved through me.
