“Yep, I do.”

“According to the hospital records, Lois Simpson, Bonnie O’Reilly, and Tracy Segura were working the same shift that you were. Do you remember those women?”

“Lois Simpson! Now, that’s a name I haven’t heard in a long time. A long, long time. She and Bonnie were of a different generation, my parents’ generation. Lois was sweet and motherly. I remember that we celebrated her retirement with a cake decorated to look like an RV because she and her husband planned to travel around in one. Do you know what happened to her?”

“She passed away two years ago, at the age of eighty-six.”

“I hope she and her husband burned up the highways in their RV.”

“What about Bonnie O’Reilly?”

“Bonnie I knew better. Our shifts aligned often during my six years at Magnolia Avenue. Bonnie’s like one of those stern RNs in movies. Strict, but with a heart of gold.”

Outside, the trees of Leah’s backyard preened with autumn color. “Approximately how old would she have been at the time of my birth?”

“Fifty-ish, I’d say.”

“Do you remember anything else about her?”

“She was single. Oh, and she had at least one . . . maybe two children. That’s about all I recall.”

“And Tracy? Any memories of her?”

“Tracy was young. Always rubbed me the wrong way. She was uptight and pessimistic and since I’m the opposite of those things, I have a hard time with people like that. We worked together for a couple of years before she was let go.”

“Why was she let go?”

“Bad attitude. With supervisors and patients alike.”

“I’m hoping to chat with Bonnie and Tracy, too. Do you have contact details for either of them, by chance?”

“Hmm. When I moved south and started at a different hospital, I lost touch with both of them, but I’ll dig around for you. Back in the day, I bent over backward to keep my address book and my Christmas card list up-to-date. I might have contact details for them somewhere.”

“Thanks for checking for me. I appreciate it.”

“Look, I don’t think that I was the one who accidentally switched you with that other little girl,” Joyce said. “But if I was, I’m really sorry. I never would have wanted that for any of my babies. Never on God’s green earth.”

They said their good-byes.

Leah wasn’t the best at reading people, but Joyce seemed genuine. It could be, though, that Joyce’s jovial personality was a costume constructed to put people at ease. For all Leah knew, Joyce’s motives might truly be a dark river, and she’d switched the babies on purpose.

First thing the following morning, Leah found a text waiting for her from Joyce.

Score! 1990s address book for the win!

She’d included phone numbers and addresses for Bonnie O’Reilly and Tracy Segura, then closed with