The next day, I visited her at the hospital, and she confessed that she was the singer. She had given up her dream to protect her daughter and live a quiet, hidden life.

Mrs. Halloway soon became part of my family, even playing the piano for my kids. Then one day, she revealed that her daughter was still alive and living nearby. After weeks of hesitation, I visited the address she gave me and met her daughter, Susan, who shut the door in anger. Just before I left, I heard a teenager’s voice inside—the granddaughter Mrs. Halloway never knew she had. When I told Mrs. Halloway, she wept and asked me to help her make peace before it was too late.

The following week, I brought Mrs. Halloway to Susan’s house. At first, Susan’s anger flared, but