My grandfather, who is 76 years old, sewed blankets and sold them at the flea market so I could walk again – Then a motorcyclist arrived and said to me, "I've been looking for you for 20 years."

"Did you know my first name?"

"And you believed him?"

“I came back a few months later, Maisie. He had moved. Someone showed me Hannah’s grave and told me there hadn’t been a separate ceremony for the baby.”

"Have you stopped looking?"

"For too long."

" For what ? "

"Because grief made me accept an answer I should have questioned."

" For what ? "

He held my gaze. "I let you down."

This honesty hurt me more than an apology ever would have.

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