Chapter 20Emery
“Over there! Is that her?” Beth gestured toward a woman crossing the parking lot for the Children’s Museum.
Hearing her mom’s excitement, Emery sat up straight and looked in the direction her mom was pointing, then slumped back into her seat once again.
“No, Mom.”
“How can you be so sure from this distance? She’s wearing jeans, and has the same color hair.” Horns honked as her mother failed to start up quickly enough when the light turned green. Emery was pretty sure her mother then continued driving slowly on purpose.
“I just know, Mom. I know her walk. I know how she moves. That isn’t her.”
“You spent less than twelve hours total in her presence and you know her that well? I’ve mistaken people I’ve known for years from a distance.”
“I can’t explain it. But I know i
