“Yes, Helen was my teacher,” April confirmed with a soft nod.

My heart fluttered and years of questions rose to my throat. I swallowed them down and settled for a bright smile.

“Where is she? I need to find her and talk to her,” I said.

April’s eyes fell and she shook her head.

“I’m sorry. I don’t know where she is. It has been years since I’ve heard from her at all. She hasn’t even reached out to me in my dreams,” she said ...