My Mute Daughter Spoke for the First Time in 18 Months to a ‘Kind Stranger’ in the Park. I Cried Tears of Joy. Now I Know It Wasn’t a Miracle. It Was an Audition.
It started with coincidences. We’d be at the grocery store, and there they were, Michael and Emma, in the cereal aisle. “Fancy seeing you here!” he’d boom, his smile a little too wide, a little too bright for a Tuesday morning. Another time, at the library. Lily was in the children’s section, clutching that stupid,…