There was a pause as my mother’s expression shifted from puzzled to alarmed. She hesitated, her eyes darting around the room as if searching for an explanation. “Yes,” she finally responded, her voice trembling. “She is.”
The officer continued, each word measured and deliberate. “We have some troubling news. We found a body in Mistwood Village and we discovered a family photo on her. We suspect she might be your daughter. Could you please come to identify?”
I raised an eyebrow. I had thought my body would rot away in that cow shed, never to see the light of day again. I didn’t expect it would ever resurface. I couldn’t help but wonder how my mother would react if she saw it. My death had been pretty gruesome. What would her reaction be? Would it be too much for her to handle?
Before I could gauge my mother’s reaction, a hand reached out and abruptly ended the call.
Abigail tightened her grip on my mother’s hand and scolded, “Mom, did you get another scam call? I told you, just hang up on an unknown number. They’re frauds.”