While I was on vacation with my cousins, my phone lit up with one message: “Get on a plane home. Don’t tell your parents you’re coming.” When I landed, an attorney and two investigators

exactly like mine.

“Natalie?” he said.

I did not know how to respond.

So I said the only true thing I had.

“I’m sorry I don’t remember you.”

His face crumpled.

Then he stepped forward and hugged me carefully, like he was afraid I might disappear.

“You don’t have to remember,” he whispered. “You came home.”

Inside, he showed me photographs.

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