Nora knew Michael and I would never approve of her seeing someone older.

So she kept him hidden.

On the day she disappeared, Caleb convinced her to leave the beach with him.

Only for the weekend.

That was how he presented it.

Two days away.

A small adventure.

Something exciting.

Something that would supposedly prove she trusted him.

He told her to leave her phone behind so we couldn’t track her.

She left her sandals because she had been walking barefoot.

She climbed into his car wearing her swimsuit and the turquoise cover-up.

I pressed both hands over my mouth.

Michael looked physically ill.

“What happened?” he asked. “Why didn’t she come back?”

Elaine was silent for a moment.

“Because Caleb didn’t bring her back.”

At first, Nora believed they were simply staying away a little longer.

 

Then things changed.

Caleb began deciding where she could go.

He kept control of most of their money.

He told her the police were looking for him too and that if she returned home, they would both get into trouble.

Then came the lies about us.

He told Nora we hated her.

That we would never forgive her for leaving.

That everyone would call her foolish.

That there was no point going back.

They moved repeatedly.

Cheap motels.

Friends’ apartments.

Eventually another state.

Caleb took irregular jobs.

Nora worked too.

But he controlled most of what she earned.

Whenever she talked about leaving, he frightened her into staying.

Sometimes with threats.

Sometimes by insisting he could make sure she never saw us again.

“He told her he knew where you lived,” Elaine said. “He made her believe contacting you could put you in danger.”

I stared at her.

“How long?”

“Almost four years.”

Four years.

My sixteen-year-old daughter had made one reckless choice.

Then she spent years believing she could never undo it.

“How did she finally get away?”

Elaine explained that Caleb was arrested after an unrelated incident.

It had nothing to do with Nora.

But while he was gone, she realized it might be her only chance.

She took some hidden cash.

Left the apartment.

Got on a bus.

At the bus station, another woman told her about the shelter.

That was how Nora eventually found Elaine.

“She was terrified Caleb might come looking for her,” Elaine said.

“Did he?”

“Not that we know of.”

“Where is he now?”

“I don’t know. Nora hasn’t seen him in years, and she doesn’t want to know.”

Michael stared at the table.

Then he asked the question I had been afraid to hear.

“Why didn’t she call us once she was safe?”