Sixteen Years I Didn’t Speak to My Mother. Then I Went Missing, and From Her Sickbed She Said “Go Find Her”
“No — I mean, yes.
Yes.
I just don’t know what I’d even say to her.”
Whitaker smiled, faint and kind.
“After five days missing in a swamp,” he said, “I’ve found I’m alive tends to be a good place to start.”
Chapter 15 — Two Stubborn Fools
The next day a nurse set a phone down beside my bed.
“We reached Mrs.