Part 3

That night, Grant had a public event for his new book, *The Daughter I Lost in Cairo*. Tara showed me the poster on her phone, her voice cold.

“He made money from missing me.”

“No,” I said. “He made money from hiding you.”

Before the event, we went to Grant’s house. When he opened the door and saw Tara, all the color drained from his face.

“Tara,” he whispered.

“You remember my name,” she said. “That’s more than I expected.”

Grant tried to explain, but I stopped him. “You are done deciding what we get to hear.”

At the book event, Grant stood before a packed room, reading about the pain of losing a child. Then Tara stepped into the aisle.

“Was that before or after you left me at Claire’s apartment?” she asked.

The room went silent. Tara placed Claire’s confession, her birthday letters, and Grant’s notes on the table.

“My name is Tara,” she said. “I’m the daughter he claims he lost in Cairo. He didn’t lose me. He hid me.”