The wife he left behind
Dave sat down immediately, fully awake now, and Mac picked up his phone, scrolling to find the number for someone he hadn’t spoken to in years, someone who might hold the answer to whether the woman he’d worked beside for three years had spent her entire life one phone call away from a family that never knew to look for her.
He pressed call.
It rang twice.
Then a voice answered, warm and surprised. “Mac Harlow? Goodness. It’s been years. What can I do for you?”
Mac took a breath.
“Margaret,” he said. “I need to ask you something, and it’s going to sound strange. Do you remember a woman named Hannah Pierce? She worked in records, years ago. I need to know if you have any idea where she might
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