So Eden had seen her back then and recognized her. Amazing, after all this time. She would never have identified Eden. Time had not been kind to the girl . . . no, the woman in front of her. Only the blue eyes, which had seemed so familiar when Abby first saw her, remained the same. “So how did you get my number?” Abby asked. “I don’t remember. I probably found it online.” She hadn’t. The number wasn’t listed anywhere. Abby had a feeling she knew how she had gotten it. She waited, letting the silence between them stretch.
