CHAPTER 7
SharonSharon and I saw each other a couple of weeks after the tragedy. I met with a devastated woman who was struggling to make sense of her daughter’s death. It seemed impossible for her to cope. Her husband and her son had survived. If not for them, she would have collapsed completely.
“I can’t do it anymore. I’m all wrinkled and dried from all the tears I’ve shed. Worst thing is, they haven’t found her body yet. I want to bury my daughter.”
Many other mothers were just like her, adrift, desperately waiting for the police to call so they could remove this unbearable stamp that spelled “missing”.
She warned me in advance.
“I’m not sure I can do it. You’ll have to be patient with me.”
“I have nothing but time. We’ll make as many appointments as necessary. Are you sure you s
