The man strode through the gate, his gaze settling on Mom.
"Diane, thank God. I'm so glad you're home safe..."
Grandma and Grandpa immediately understood. Smiling, they took my hands and led me out of the house.
Grandma rubbed my palm gently. "Molly, what snacks would you like? What toys do you want?
"Let's go shopping and buy anything you like."
I followed them, but my heart sank.
That man was Mark Dalton, Mom's childhood sweetheart, the person she should've married.
If she had never been abducted, they would've built a home together.
The familiar ache of shame and inferiority rose inside me again.
I looked up at my grandparents and asked earnestly, "Grandma, Grandpa... will Mom be with that man someday?"
I dreaded hearing them say yes, yet I wanted Mom to have the happiness tha
