“Wow! How is she?”
That wasn’t the question Bryan expected from Alicia. But he answered, “She is fine, but I can’t say the same for her emotions. I think you should know what I found.”
And right there in the garden, he told her everything, the truth about Olivia’s disappearance, his mother’s involvement, and the little girl lying in a hospital bed waiting for surgery.
Alicia folded her hands, listening quietly. “If I hear you right,” she said slowly, “you have a 5-year-old daughter who looks like you, and her surgery is tomorrow.”
He nodded.
“That is a lot to consume,” she said, trying not to act surprised. “It must be hard for you.”
Bryan blinked at her. Again, that wasn’t the reaction he expected. No flare-up, no anger, she was just too relaxed. “You’re not angry? Mad? Or something
