At first, she only wanted to know what her mother looked like now.
Gabriella started crying quietly. She kept apologizing, the words tumbling over each other. She said she found Clarissa online three months earlier.
At first, she only wanted to know what her mother looked like now. Then she sent a message. Clarissa answered within an hour, warm and eager, almost too eager.
Gabriella kept the messages small after that, afraid one wrong question would make her disappear again. When graduation got close, she invited Clarissa because a public place felt safer than a private meeting. She told herself one meeting might bring closure.
Instead it brought this.
Clarissa reached for Gabriella’s hand.
I was hurt.
Of course I was.
