What?" Mr Morales was looking at his wife now, concerned by the sudden change in her demeanour. "Maryln, what's wrong? Are you—"
"It's Annie." Mrs Morales's eyes never left Annie's face, and there were tears already gathering, making her brown eyes shimmer in the late afternoon light.
Mr Morales turned back to Annie, his brow shot up, and Annie watched as the same impossible recognition dawned on his face. His eyes went wide behind his glasses. His mouth opened, closed, opened again. His free hand came up to grip the doorframe like he needed the support to stay standing.
"Annie?" His voice cracked on her name, and the sound of it—the way it broke with disbelief and hope and sixteen years of wondering—made tears spring to Annie's eyes. "My little Annie?"
"I—" Annie tried to sp
