Zara
My phone rang late in the evening. I was surprised to see Elliot’s number on the screen. I answered it, trying not to get my hopes up that the unscheduled call might mean he’d found something.
“Hello?” I said.
“Hi, Zara. Is this a good time to talk?” Elliot asked.
“I’m not busy at the moment, so sure,” I said.
“Great,” Elliot said. “So, I looked into that missing person’s report. I called in a few favors and I found the name and phone number of the person who filed the report. According to the files, someone named Tabitha Lucas reported a missing infant, named Zara Lucas.”
“Could I have the phone number?” I asked, hand tightening around my phone.
Who was this Tabitha? Did she know my mother? They had the same last name, so they must be related. Was Tabitha my aunt, my grandmot
