IT WAS A FADED TURQUOISE COVER-UP WORN BY A STRANGER.
And the moment I saw the crooked yellow sun stitched into the hem, I knew exactly who it had once belonged to.
My daughter Nora disappeared when she was sixteen.
We had been spending the day at a crowded beach. BookBeach Resorts
She told me she was walking down to the ice cream stand at the far end.
I watched her leave.
I still remember thinking how much taller she had gotten that year.
Twenty minutes passed.
Her towel was still beside mine.