Elaine remained calm.

“I encouraged her to contact you. Many times.”

“That’s not the same thing.”

“No,” she admitted. “It isn’t.”

I understood Michael’s anger.

Part of me felt it too.

But another part couldn’t stop thinking about one thing.

Nora had survived long enough to reach Elaine.

“What happened to her?” I asked.

Elaine looked toward the café again.

Then she began.

“When Nora was sixteen, she had secretly been seeing a nineteen-year-old named Caleb.”

The name meant nothing to me.

That made it worse.

Elaine explained that Nora had met him online after lying about her age.

They had been communicating for several months.

Nora knew Michael and I would never approve of her seeing someone older.

So she kept him hidden.

On the day she disappeared, Caleb convinced her to leave the beach with him.

Only for the weekend.

That was how he presented it.

Two days away.

A small adventure.

Something exciting.

Something that would supposedly prove she trusted him.

He told her to leave her phone behind so we couldn’t track her.

She left her sandals because she had been walking barefoot.

She climbed into his car wearing her swimsuit and the turquoise cover-up.

I pressed both hands over my mouth.

Michael looked physically ill.

“What happened?” he asked. “Why didn’t she come back?”

Elaine was silent for a moment.

“Because Caleb didn’t bring her back.”

At first, Nora believed they were simply staying away a little longer.

Then things changed.

Caleb began deciding where she could go.

He kept control of most of their money.

He told her the police were looking for him too and that if she returned home, they would both get into trouble.

Then came the lies about us.

He told Nora we hated her.

That we would never forgive her for leaving.

That everyone would call her foolish.

That there was no point going back.

They moved repeatedly.

Cheap motels.

Friends’ apartments.

Eventually another state.

Caleb took irregular jobs.

Nora worked too.

But he controlled most of what she earned.

Whenever she talked about leaving, he frightened her into staying.

Sometimes with threats.

Sometimes by insisting he could make sure she never saw us again.

“He told her he knew where you lived,” Elaine said. “He made her believe contacting you could put you in danger.”

I stared at her.

“How long?”

“Almost four years.”

Four years.

My sixteen-year-old daughter had made one reckless choice.

Then she spent years believing she could never undo it.

“How did she finally get away?”

 

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