When I Was Four, My Mother Left Me Alone in a Church—Twenty Years Later She Returned Crying, “We Need You”

Mrs.

Reynolds arrived at six fifty-five.

Consistency.

That was Florence’s language of love.

Not grand declarations.

Predictability.

PART 4 — WHAT HAPPENED TO MY PARENTS

Authorities tried to locate them.

My childhood case file would later show more effort than I remembered.

Old neighbors interviewed.