There was a pause.
“She says her name is Grace,” he continued. “And she looks… very similar to the photo we still have in our system.”
My heart started pounding so hard it hurt.
“That’s not possible.”
“She’s very upset. Please—just speak to her.”
I almost refused.
Then I heard movement on the other end.
And a voice.
Small. Shaking.
“Mommy? Mommy, please come get me.”
The phone slipped from my hand.
It wasn’t similar.
It was her.
