"Kade Beckham. He's an artist. Mom discovered his work a few years ago and helped him get a show at a local gallery. While he's in town, she's letting him stay in that unit."

"You seem to know a lot about him."

"We met yesterday." I unlocked the front door and opened it. "He thought I was breaking in, and I thought the same. But then I heard his story." My voice faded as I realized Dani wasn't listening to me. She was too busy looking around, searching for traces of our mother, the way I'd done when I first arrived. "There aren't any photographs or anything," I said. "But the shampoo in her shower smells like her."

"God," Dani breathed, giving me an annoyed look. "Why would you tell me that?"

"Because you want to know if it's really her. You won't be able to tell from this house. But when you see her, you'll know."

Dani wandered down the hall, and I followed, watching her pick up the violin. "She still plays, I guess."

"Yes. She also teaches music at a high school for the arts. Everyone loves her, especially the kids. She inspires them to follow their passions and to be great. I guess that desire to inspire children didn't extend to us."

Dani put the violin down on the coffee table. "I don't think she completely forgot about us, Brynn."

Her words surprised me. "Why would you say that? She faked her death, Dani. Maybe that hasn't sunk in yet. You haven't had as much time to process the situation as I have. But she hasn't had amnesia for twenty years. She wasn't lost. She chose to live another life. She has IDs in the name of Laura Hawthorne. She has a credit card, a bank account, and this house," I said, waving my hand in the air. "She has a job and belongs to a book club. She has a man she's apparently dating named Mark Harrison. I met him at the school."

"Seriously? She's dating someone?"

"Yes. And she never told him about us. She never told the principal or her coworkers or the guy who lives downstairs."

"You're really angry, Brynn."

"I am. Why aren't you?" That odd gleam moved through her eyes again. "What aren't you telling me, Dani?"

Dani hesitated. "I just don't think she forgot us, that's all."

"What are you basing that on?"

"I don't know."

I didn't believe her. "You do know. Talk to me."

She stared back at me, then licked her lips and said, "I think—I think I saw her once."

Her words shocked me once again. "What do you mean, you think you saw her? When was this?"