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part 7

PART 7

The flight to Portland felt longer than the two years Richard had spent grieving.

Mara came with him.

So did two officers from Oregon after she coordinated through official channels.

Linda and Mark did not come.

They were being questioned in Los Angeles.

Richard wanted to stay and tear the truth from them.

Mara told him his daughter mattered more than his rage.

She was right.

St. Agnes Academy sat on a hill with blue banners hanging from the brick entrance.

Graduation rehearsal had just ended when Richard arrived.

Students poured out in caps and gowns, laughing, calling names, holding flowers.

Richard searched every face.

Then he saw her.

Natalie stood near the side steps with shorter hair, a borrowed navy sweater, and the same nervous way of holding her books against her chest.

Older.

Thinner.

Alive.

She saw him at the same moment.

Neither moved.

Two years stood between them like a locked door.

Richard took one step.

Natalie’s mouth trembled.

“Dad?”

He tried to answer.

Only a broken sound came out.

She dropped her books and ran.

Richard caught her in both arms.

She was real.

Warm.

Shaking.

His daughter.

His Starling.

He held her like the world might try to steal her again if he loosened one finger.

“I did not give you away,” he said into her hair.

“I did not know.”

“I swear to God, I did not know.”

Natalie cried against his chest.

“They said you chose them.”

“No.”

“Never.”

Mara stood back, wiping her eyes like she was annoyed by them.

A school counselor approached carefully.

Natalie turned.

“This is my father.”

The counselor’s face changed.

Relief.

Fear.

Recognition.

“We hoped you would come.”

Richard looked at her.

“You knew?”

The woman hesitated.

“Natalie arrived here through a youth recovery program.”

“She had documents saying family contact was unsafe.”

“Signed by Linda Hale.”

Richard’s hand tightened around Natalie’s shoulder.

“And Mark?”

The counselor nodded.

“He delivered her the first time.”

Natalie whispered, “They told me if I came home, you would send me back.”

Richard looked at the school doors.

Then at his daughter.

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