Yet everything inside my world had changed.
I turned back toward my sister.
“Are you saying Ellie might be Lucy?”
Nora nodded through her tears.
“I think it’s possible.”
My knees felt weak.
For five years, I’d lived with the knowledge that my baby was gone.
I’d visited her grave.
Kept her bracelet.
Remembered her birthday.
And now my sister was telling me that the little girl I’d been brushing hair for might be the daughter I’d lost.
“Does Ellie know?” I asked.
“No.”
“Does Tom?”
“Yes. We agreed not to tell Ellie anything until we have confirmation.”
I looked at the report again.
“Are these results certain?”
Nora shook her head.
“They’re preliminary. They want another independent test and a complete review of the hospital records.”
I exhaled shakily.
“Then we don’t know for sure.”
“No,” she admitted. “Not yet.”
I looked at her.
