Bella and I walked along the waterfront, stopping in the shops and restaurants, showing her picture to everyone we met. After our fifth unsuccessful stop, we were about to cross the street when a red Mustang pulled up to the curb in front of us. A woman threw open the passenger-side door and nearly burst from the car. Bella suddenly let out a squeal and did a happy little jump at my side. She let go of my hand and ran toward the woman, whose hair was very long and very blond. No wonder no one I’d shown her picture to had recognized Robin! She’d dramatically changed her looks since that youthful photograph had been taken. “Bella!” The woman lifted Bella into the air and spun her around and my hand felt empty where Bella had been holding it. But this was what I’d wanted, right? What I was here for? I’d wanted to see this reunion between mother and child. I pressed my hand against the lump in my throat. The woman hoisted Bella a little higher in her arms, then looked at me. “Hi, Robin,”
