They were embarrassed, honestly. Ashamed.
 
 They didn’t like the thought of what people would say.
 
 They felt rejected.
 
 They were worried that people would think they must
 
 have been terrible parents,
 
 for their daughter to just
 
 leave, like that.
 
 So they didn’t tell anyone.
 
 They said she’d gone to London, to work.
 
 They said she was staying with a cousin of Jacek’s.
 
 They changed the subject when it came up.
 
 It seems ludicrous, now. But
 
 they thought she’d be back.
 
 People must have known
 
 something wasn’t right.
 
 But people don’t pry.
 
 The letters kept coming, and the photographs. Always with different postmarks.
 
 Later, when they thought about moving house, they didn’t dare.
 
 She wouldn’t know
 
 where to send the letters,
 
 they thought.
 
 There hasn’t been a new picture for six years now,
 
 but there will be. Laura won’t let her down.
 
 She has her own life. Ginny can be happy for her.
 
 She probably has children, now.
 
 A child.
 
 It’s impossible to know, but it seems likely.
 
 She wonders, sometimes, whether having a child
 
 would make Laura want to come back.
 
 She has pictured it,