“That’s far enough,” my brother said coldly. “You trying to rob my sister?”
“I wasn’t robbing anybody!”
“Then start talking,” Ethan said. “Where’s Lily?”
The man’s confidence vanished.
“I told her,” he muttered. “She’s here.”
Ethan crossed his arms.
“Then show us.”
We followed him past the fire and toward a darker corner beneath the bridge.
Then I saw her.
She sat on a blanket beside a pile of bags. Her hair was longer and her face thinner, but there was no doubt.
It was my daughter.
“Lily!” I cried.
She looked up.
For a moment she stared in disbelief.
Then she stood.
“Mom?”
Tears blurred my vision as I ran forward and wrapped my arms around her.
“Oh my goodness,” I whispered. “You’re alive.”
She hugged me tightly.
