"I don't know if that's what happened to yours." She smiled gently. "But I'd like to find out."
"I don't." I shook my head.
"Why?"
"Because what if she's really gone?" The question came out smaller than I'd intended. "What if I spend months trying to find her, and nobody's there?"
"I don't think I could survive that again." My voice cracked.
"That's a very human fear." Understanding softened her features.
“You don't say.” I let out a humorless laugh. "You make it sound reasonable."
"It is." She knelt so we were at eye level. "But sometimes, the things we're most afraid to face are the things waiting to heal."
I looked away.
William had once held my hands after the accident and promised we'd find answers.
"We'll look into it." He'd said it more than once.
Every time I asked, ever
