for me by an old blue pickup truck, her silver hair pulled back in a braid.
When he saw me get off the bus without luggage, he didn’t ask me any questions. He simply put his arms around me.
“I’ll take you home.”
I slept for almost two days.
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“My friend Martha owns the restaurant on Main Street,” Aunt May explained. “She needs help and won’t ask questions. Until you decide what to do, use your mother’s maiden name.”
Three days later, Lena Harris disappeared.
