Then he nodded at me and I lost him in the chaos.

Anchor and Kitting were over in another corner of the lot, answering questions. I wasn’t worried about them. They could handle themselves. I’d thank them another day.

After an hour or so, Blundell came over, introduced herself and suggested that we all go into the office to sort things out. She asked again if I wanted to go to the hospital and I told her no.

“I just want to be with my daughter,” I told her.

So Lauren, Elizabeth and myself rode with her and two other agents back up to Kearney Mesa, a silent drive that felt awkward and odd and nothing like what I’d imagined it would be in all the times I’d thought about reuniting with Elizabeth. Lauren sat with me in the back row of the SUV, her fingers intertwined with mine, her eyes transfixed on Elizabeth. Elizabeth sat up in the row in front of us with another agent, her head leaning against the window. Blundell was in the passenger seat and the third agent drove.

And after another hour of sitting and waiting while Blundell presumably tracked down the details of the entire story, she came back into the room and told us that everything did, indeed, check out.

She was Elizabeth Tyler and we were her parents.

Blundell said “The question, then, is Elizabeth…what would you like to do?”

Elizabeth shifted in her seat, chewing on her lip for a long moment. “What do you mean?”

Blundell leaned forward on the table. She had short blond hair and a kind face, not what you’d expect from a federal agent. “I mean that a lot has been thrown at you today. For the last few days, actually. The most important thing here is how you feel and what you want to do.”

Elizabeth stared at her hands. They were folded in front of her on the table and I wanted to reach out and cover them with mine. But I didn’t. And she didn’t say anything.

“We can do one of three things,” Blundell said, her voice soft. “And we’ll leave the choice to you.”

I shifted in my chair, my shoulder reminding me that it hurt.

“One, because you’re a minor we can put you in custodial care,” Blundell said. “That would mean a temporary stay with a foster family. While I’m not sure that’s what I’d recommend, it is an option.”

Elizabeth was still staring at her hands. She looked so much like a younger version of Lauren. So much more grown up.

“Two, we can return you to the Corzine family, temporarily,” Blundell continued. “They have been your family of record for some time, you know them as your family and you are entitled to go back to them if you choose.” Blundell glanced at us. “Because Elizabeth is sixteen, while still a minor, she can choose to go back to them, even if that stay is only temporary while the legal details are worked out.”

My stomach churned. My shoulder throbbed.

Blundell turned back Elizabeth. “Or you may choose to stay here with the Tylers. From everything we’ve seen, they are your legal parents and you were abducted from them here in San Diego. I see no reason that, after the legalities are worked through, that you won’t be returned to them.”

Lauren’s knuckles were white on the arm of her chair.

Blundell unfolded and refolded her hands. “Elizabeth, I know you’ve been through a lot. And there are going to be a lot more questions. People are going to want to talk to you about what happened. What you’ve been through. And I’m not going to lie to you. Some of that might not be very fun for you…most of it, probably. But I want you to have a voice in this. I don’t want to just force all of this on you. So I think it’s important to find out what you’d like to do.”

Elizabeth was still staring at her hands, her head down, but she gave a little nod.

Lauren glanced at me. I just shrugged, the tape on my shoulder blade pulling at my skin. I knew what I wanted Elizabeth to say. I knew what Lauren wanted her to say. We both had a million questions. But, Blundell was right. Elizabeth needed to have a voice in this.

Elizabeth finally lifted her head, looked at Blundell. “Can I call my….” She stopped, glanced at us, then looked back to Blundell. “Can I call home? To Minnesota?”

My stomach sank and I knew Lauren’s did, too.

Blundell nodded. “Of course. They’re aware you’re here and I’m sure they’d like to talk to you. Would you like some privacy?”

Elizabeth hesitated for just a moment, then nodded. “Yeah. Please.”

Blundell stood and swung her gaze toward us. “Mr. and Mrs. Tyler. Why don’t we step out for a few minutes and grab some coffee?”

Lauren and I both stood. My shoulder hurt, but the pain in my chest and stomach hurt more. I didn’t want to walk out of the room. I didn’t want to let Elizabeth out of my sight.

“I’m going to get her set up on the phone and then I’ll be out,” Blundell said, opening the door.

Lauren and I walked out like prisoners to an execution. Blundell closed the door behind us.

“I’m not letting her go anywhere,” Lauren whispered, tears in her eyes. “I’m not. I’ll follow her back to Minnesota if I have to. I don’t care.”

I nodded. “I know.”

“I don’t care what that woman says,” Lauren said, cutting her eyes to the door. “I won’t let her go.”

“She’s right,” I said. “She should have a voice.”

“Bullshit,” Lauren hissed at me. “She’s our kid. She doesn’t belong to that family in Minnesota or anyone else.”

Before I could say anything else, the door opened and Blundell stepped into the hallway.

She ran a hand through her hair. “I’m sorry. I’m sure that was uncomfortable.”

“You think?” Lauren asked.

Blundell pursed her lips. “Yes. I’m sure it was. But I think it’s important to let her make some decisions here.”

“She’s our daughter,” Lauren said, folding her arms across her chest. “Period.”

“I agree,” Blundell said. “I was pretty thorough in checking everything through. I’m sorry for what you’ve had to endure.” She looked at each of us carefully. “But I think it’s important to consider her feelings right now. The trauma she’s gone through is nothing short of devastating. She clearly has some memory gaps, probably self-induced to protect herself after the abduction. Right now, she isn’t sure of anything. Forcing her to do anything might be counterproductive.”

She wasn’t saying anything I hadn’t said to families in the past. She was right. But it was harder to hear being on the other side.

“Legally, there’s no question she’s going to end up with you,” Blundell said. “None. But she’s a sixteen-year-old girl and she’s scared and confused. Let’s give her some breathing room. It will make things easier for her. And she really is the most important person in all of this.”

Lauren gave a disgusted sigh and stared at the ground.

But I knew Blundell was right.

Even if it made me want to scream.

Blundell started to say something else, but stopped when the doorknob turned behind her. She stepped out of the way.

The door opened slowly and Elizabeth timidly stuck her head out into the hallway. “I’m done.”

Blundell smiled at her. As difficult as everything was, I liked Blundell. She was smart and doing her best to make Elizabeth feel comfortable.

“Were you able to reach the Corzines?” Blundell asked.

Elizabeth nodded. “Yeah. I talked to them.”

We all waited for more.

Elizabeth looked first at Lauren, then at me, maybe sizing us up, maybe trying to remember us. I wasn’t sure.

“I told them I needed to do something,” she said, looking at me. “With you guys.”

I let out a sigh and it felt as if I’d been holding my breath forever. I felt Lauren do the same next to me.

“Anything,” I said, my voice hoarse, my throat dry and tight. “We can do anything you want.”

“Can we go see…” Tears welled in her eyes. “Can we go see the house?”

FORTY-FOUR

Agent Blundell arranged a loaner Bureau vehicle for us.