“My mother.”
“Yes.”
“They argued.”
“About what?”
“Marianne wouldn’t say.”
I closed my eyes.
Of course she wouldn’t.
“Later that evening, Marianne fell asleep. When she woke up the next morning, your mother was gone.”
“And the baby?”
“Gone too.”
I opened my eyes.
The monitor beside Douglas seemed suddenly deafening.
“No.”
“Hannah—”
“No. My mother would never steal a baby.”
“We don’t know that she did,” Douglas said quickly.
“You just told me she disappeared with one.”
“Marianne never claimed Evelyn took the child.”
“Then who did?”
“No one knows.”
I stood again.
This time I began pacing.
There were too many pieces and none of them fit.
“My mother lived in the same house for thirty-seven years. I lived with her in 1987. If she’d brought home a newborn baby, I would have noticed.”
“Exactly,” Lucas said.
“So she couldn’t have taken her.”
“We don’t think she did.”
