Elsewhere

by Dean Koontz

In the most secret room of Amity’s heart, of which not even Daddy knew the existence, she’d dwelt with the probability that the mother who walked out on them seven years earlier was dead. Long dead. If two private detectives hadn’t been able to find any trace of that Michelle, then something terrible must have happened to her; she never had a chance to follow her music and all, because soon after she set out on her new life, someone purely evil had taken her and done something horrible to her. Such grisly stories were in the news every week. Faces of the missing showed up on posters and true-crime TV programs. Later, bodies were found discarded like trash. This was that kind of world. In Mother’s case, no body was found. The lack of a body didn’t mean there might still be hope; it only meant that the killer buried the corpse well or was so seriously sick that he kept it in his basement as a memento. This was that kind of world, too, and even a girl of eleven knew about the dark side of human nature and all, so that such scenes evolved in her imagination, though Amity always forced herself not to dwell on them.

Amity really wondering about her birth mother...dark turn to her thoughts