Present

“Do you ever think about her?” I asked Neal one morning as I woke after a vivid dream starring our daughter. In my imagination she was still sixteen, beautiful with so much life ahead.

He reached for my hand. “I do. I think about searching for her, but I’m sometimes afraid of what we’ll find.”

“We’ve been disconnected from everything for so long.” I looked around our two-room cabin. The door to the bedroom was open to the larger room, a ...