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Margot set down her cell phone and stared at her friend. “I’d know my baby anywhere,” she told Sandy. “They’ve found her.”
She felt strange saying the words. Empty. There was no textbook to tell her how mothers should react in this sort of situation. Was she supposed to feel ecstatic and grateful? Her daughter is alive. By a bizarre string of events, the detective working on her case had actually laid eyes on her in a Las Vegas hotel.
But what horrors had her precious baby girl endured? What torments had she suffered? Margot recognized her daughter right away from the detective’s photo. Even though he warned her the image wasn’t ideal, Margot had no doubt. The child in that gaudy dress was her Becky.
In all the extra makeup, she looked quite a bit older, but the sad and painful
