They drove to the address together. Their mother opened the door, took one look, and pulled all three of them into a hug on the porch. "I called your school, your neighbors, even the police," she said. "He blocked me every time. I'm so sorry I gave up." Mara held on tight. "You're here now. So are we."

Diane refused to go, so while the others drove off she played the tape with her name on it. "Diane, you caught me," their father said. "You saw me mail those letters back when you were twelve, and I told you it was a game. I made you keep my secret." Diane sat very still as it all came rushing back. He had made her forget on purpose.