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  1. Title Page
  2. Copyright Notice
  3. Dedication
  4. Epigraph
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  55. EPILOGUE
  56. ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
  57. DISCUSSION QUESTIONS
  58. Also by Rea Frey
  59. ABOUT THE AUTHOR
  60. Newsletter Sign-up

The color of blood.

She ignores the eerie feeling and starts the car. “Anyone hungry? Want to grab something before we head back?”

“I could eat,” Jess says.

“Home.” Bec leans her head against the window. She seems just out of reach, her emotions caught in a complex web Crystal can’t possibly untangle. “I want to go home.”

“You sure?” Jess asks. “There are so many great places around here. Maybe a good meal would—”

“I’m not in the mood. I have a child to find.”

Crystal and Jess look at each other. She inputs Rebecca’s home address into the system and pushes start. “Home it is then.”

From the back seat, Rebecca’s hair shrouds her pretty face before she sweeps it all back and knots it at the nape of her neck. “I swear on everything I’ve ever believed in that this really happened. I am not imagining it.”

“I’m not questioning you,” Crystal affirms. “You know your baby best.”

“You would know if Baxter wasn’t yours, right?” Bec asks Jess.

“Yes,” Jess affirms.

“And you’d know if it wasn’t Savi?”

“Of course.” Now she would, anyway. Back then, no. But what if she were blind? In some ways, she’d probably be more aware of all her child’s little quirks. But in other ways, she could never be sure. It would be a constant fear that plagued her. Was this a common fear for all blind mothers?

She takes a left onto the highway, and the boutique shops and quaint streets give way to flat, rolling reams of concrete and crisped corn fields. All this time, she’d thought she and Bec were so bonded—the same, even—but now she realizes Bec is having a solitary experience, and no matter how much grief unites them, she can’t ever really understand what she’s going through. But she doesn’t want their differences to tear them apart either.

“No one spends as much time with him as I do,” Bec continues. “I’ve memorized every square inch. I could pick him out of one hundred babies.”

Crystal shifts in her seat and hits the horn as a car almost sideswipes them. “I believe you.”

“Do you, or are you just saying that?”

Crystal glimpses her reflection in the rearview: green eyes searching, pained.