THE FLIGHT
My name is Theresa, and I am sixty-three years old.
I had never been outside my country before.
Yet there I was, sitting beside the airplane window with a small suitcase beneath my feet, flying across the world to find the daughter I had not seen in twelve years.
I kept replaying the same question in my mind.
Why had Mary Lou never come home?
The money she sent me every year should have made me feel reassured.
Eighty thousand dollars.
Every single year.
Enough to repair my
