“But the thought of her disappearance is so terrible, I sometimes wish I could forget . . .” She trailed off, twisting the tissue in her hands, and Lilia touched her fingertips to her lips. “Forget the abduction?” the interviewer asked. “No. I wish I could forget her.” (Michaela, one year later in another country, rewound the tape to make sure she’d heard right: No . . . forget her.)
