She looked exhausted.
And somehow, she looked far older than eighteen.
“Baby…”
I reached for her.
I wanted to pull her into my arms.
But before I could touch her, she stepped backward.
Then she looked past me.
Straight at Rick.
The second he saw her, his face went white.
Not surprised.
Not relieved.
Terrified.
That was when something inside me changed.
“What is going on?” I demanded.
Anna’s eyes filled with tears.
She looked at me.
Then at Rick.
“Ask your husband,” she said.
Her voice was shaking.
“Ask him why I really left.”
Rick stared at the floor.
He couldn’t move.
“What does Anna mean?” I asked.
My own voice was trembling now.
“What did you do?”
Anna walked into the living room.
She dropped her backpack beside the couch.
Then she looked at me and said a name I hadn’t heard in nearly twenty years.
