* Jana *
I know Dianne must have recalled me, or recognized the resemblance between me and my mother. My hands were still trembling as I drove my car back to the apartment, hoping that Lawrence would not listen to what Dianne has been whispering behind my back.
To him I am Jana Salazar, not Jana Kramer. I don't owe anything to Dianne, not when my mother is still missing for many years. While her father is declared dead, my mother's fate remains unknown. For years I convinced myself that they ran away together, that maybe they had loved each other enough to abandon everything. But the silence that followed...the absence... it gnawed at me.
I reached my apartment, the dim light of the hallway flickering above me. My chest felt tight as I locked the door behind me, leaned against it, and f
