When I was five, my twin sister walked into the trees behind our house and never came back. The police told my parents her body was found, but I never saw a grave, never saw a coffin. Just decades of silence and a feeling that the story wasn’t really over.
I’m Dorothy, 73, and my life has always had a missing …
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