Part 1
Two years ago I believed I buried my eleven year old daughter Grace after a severe medical emergency. My husband Neil handled all the hospital paperwork and arranged a closed casket funeral while I was completely overwhelmed by my grief. I spent the next two years learning how to survive in an incredibly silent and empty house.
That terrible silence ended last Thursday when Frank, menu the principal of her old middle school, called my landline. He hesitantly explained that a young girl was sitting in his office claiming to be Grace and asking for her mother. I felt defensive and confused until I heard her trembling voice over the phone begging me to come get her.
