like normal.”
So do I.
For eight years, I thought finding Nora would mean bringing her home.
Now I understand I was wrong.
She already has a home.
What we are building is something different.
A path back to each other.
And for the first time in eight years, I no longer have to wonder whether my daughter is alive.
I know where she is.
I know she’s safe.
And most importantly, she is finally beginning to understand that one mistake she made at sixteen never meant she deserved everything that happened afterward.
