Debra Webb - Little Girl Lost

Exhausted, Jenna stared at the little girl, and on some level, she wished this were over. That she knew one way or the other right now. Dead or alive?

Guilt assaulted her, stabbing clean through her like daggers. As long as the truth eluded her, this cruel journey that fate had launched seven years ago would never be over. No matter. It was her duty to find the truth no matter how long it took…no matter the cost.

Jenna sat down in the vacant chair closest to Diamond. God, she wanted to see her face more clearly. Seven years was a long time. So much would have changed. Jenna moistened her lips and cleared her throat of the strangling emotions.

“Diamond, I know you don’t like to talk. And that’s okay. I just wanted to stop by and say hello to you and the other children.” The girl didn’t move, much less speak. A couple of the others sent covert glances in Jenna’s direction. “My name is Je—Jane. Miss Jane. I hope to start working here tomorrow. I’ll be teaching art. Do you like to draw or paint, Diamond?”

Utterly still, the child continued to stare at the open pages of the book.

Was she medicated? Jenna had done her research, at least as best she could with what little she had to go on. A verbal answer was rare but any sort of reaction would be better than nothing. Seven years ago they had suspected—

Diamond looked up.

Jenna froze. Every cell in her body seemed to cease functioning. Eyes the color of the palest sky stared back at her. Big, blue eyes as familiar as Jenna’s own were set in that gorgeous olive face. Her heart swelled, blocking her throat. This was her. The eyes. The curve of her cheek… Sweet Jesus, her nose. It was her.

This little girl was Jenna’s child—the baby girl she’d lost seven long years ago.

The urge to reach out—to touch her—was a palpable force. But any wrong move could derail Jenna’s plan.

No matter what she believed—no matter what she felt in her heart—first she had to be able to prove this was her daughter.

As if fate once more intended to pull the rug out from under Jenna’s feet, the little girl opened her mouth and screamed.

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