I held my phone and suddenly wanted to laugh.
"Mom," I said. "You want me to find her?"
"Yes, yes. Didn't you always protect Serena? You two sisters used to be so close..."
"Mom, on my wedding day, she wore my wedding dress, put on the ring I had chosen, and stood beside my fiancé. You sat in the audience—one of you filming, the other crying. Why didn't you go looking for her then?"
The line went quiet. All I could hear was her breathing.
"Mom, she ran away, and you came to me. But when I left, who did you go looking for?"
"Maisie..." Her voice began to shake.
"I've been gone for nearly a year," I said. "And the first time you called me was to ask me to find her. Mom, tell me—how do you think that makes me feel?"
She started crying.
She cried loudly, as though she wanted to pour o
