Violet held the bracelet beneath the light.

The name Lucy Price had been printed in tiny letters faded by time.

“I never wanted to take anyone’s daughter,” she said.

“I only wanted to know whether my granddaughter was safe.”

I looked at Paige’s birth announcement hanging in our hallway in my mind.

Her photograph in a little yellow blanket.

Her fingers wrapped around Gregory’s.

The possibility that the same child had threaded through two families was overwhelming.