The Sequel to Unforgotten... The whimper came, no more than a note of longing--or fear--in a child's throat. Sofie reacted instinctively, each nerve pulled taut. But when she opened her eyes, there was no warm, damp cheek, no tiny brow wrinkled with sleep-swept worries. She sank back as sorrow, marrow deep, found a familiar fit..... Even in the midst of her affectionate and chaotic Italian family all living in the Bronx neighborhood where she grew...