Then I looked at my daughters.
“Call her.”
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Part 9: Returning to Cape Haven
We met Hannah two weeks later at the same beach where I had found the twins.
Mark came with us.
When I told him the truth about Rebecca and the locket, he cried in my driveway for ten minutes before claiming there was sand in his eye.
Hannah stood near the boardwalk wearing a blue sweater and holding an old photograph against her chest.
She was thirty-seven now.
Chloe had her eyes.
Sadie had her smile.
For several seconds, none of us spoke.
Then Hannah looked at me.
“I have imagined this moment for eighteen years,” she said. “None of the words ever sounded good enough.”
“You could start with the truth.”
