By the time I reached the end, my hands were trembling. I could barely breathe. Stan tugged on my sleeve and asked, “Mommy, why are you crying?” I told him it was “just dust,” but inside, my heart was shattering for a woman I’d never met — a mother who had lost everything.
For days, I couldn’t stop thinking about her. Who was Anna? Was she still alive? I had to find out.Continue reading…
