As Lorraine gently stroked Sadie’s face with the wet cloth, she searched the older woman’s features in shock. Her mother? Sadie? She looked closely at her, and in spite of the lines, she was still beautiful. She could see much of herself in Sadie and wondered what the truth was. What was it that had ripped her from her mother’s arms? Why had Aunt Harriet told her she was dead? Although she knew her aunt had done the best she could for her, she had always missed a mother’s love—a mother’s soft, caring arms. What was the secret that lurked deep in Sadie’s memory? Was it because Sadie was a w***e?
The years that had been cruelly snatched away from her were such a waste. No secret could be bad enough to keep Lorraine from her. Now that she had found Sadie, she wanted nothing more than to eras
