“I’m not Georgia. He wanted to make sure my family couldn’t find me, no one I loved could trace me, so...” Cora closes her eyes and shakes her head, a compassionate and empathetic gesture, and then takes me in her arms and hugs me tight. “Oh, sweet girl. I’m so sorry.” She holds me for a long time and then says, “Nicola, I’ll be back soon.”
ILY CORA AND NICOLA
