“She set the coffee down the same way every morning,” I thought, watching her move through my kitchen like she’d always been there. Then I found the notebook — and my mother’s name written inside, next to my address. Everything I thought I knew about Elena was a lie. But the truth was even more complicated than betrayal.
“She set the coffee down the same way every morning,” I thought, watching her move through my kitchen like she’d always been there. Then I found the notebook — and my mother’s name written inside, next to my address. Everything I thought I knew about Elena was a lie. But the truth was even more…
