CHAPTER
Two hours later
Caroline stared blinking at the young girl in the bathroom, trying to decide if her eyes were playing tricks on her or not. A second earlier she’d been so certain ...
“Becky?” she asked tentatively. “Is that you?”
With a burn of shame, Caroline realized she was wrong. The hair had thrown her off, those blonde curls. What had she been thinking?
“Sorry.” Caroline took a step back. “I just ...”
And there it was. The flash. The spark of recognition.
Familiarity.
Caroline saw it in the girls’ eyes.
“Becky?” Instinctively, she lowered her voice to a whisper. “What are you doing here?”
A heavyset woman barged out of a stall and came up behind the girl. “Is there a problem?” She stood a head taller than Caroline and probably outweighed her by a hundred pounds. Her
