The message read: \u201cIf you want to know the truth about your son, come alone.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cDon\u2019t call anyone.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cTomorrow, 11:00 a.m. at The Oak Street Cafe.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cBring the photo from our wedding.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I felt the blood leave my body.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I stared at the screen for several minutes.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Over and over again.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Reading the same words.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Looking for some mistake.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Some logical explanation.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
But the number was his.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The exact same one.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The one he had used for years.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The one I called when I forgot my keys.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The one that appeared on my screen every night with a simple, \u201cAre you home yet?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
My hands began to shake.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I dialed.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Directly.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Without thinking about it.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The call went through.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Once.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Twice.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Three times.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Then it disconnected.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
And another message arrived.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cDon\u2019t call me.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cThey are watching us.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
That phrase completely robbed me of my sleep.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Who?<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Why?<\/p>\n\n\n\n
And what did my son have to do with it?<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Because discovering irregularities in Gabriel\u2019s death was one thing.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
But my baby\u2026<\/p>\n\n\n\n
My baby was another wound.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Another story.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Or so I had thought.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Until that night.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
By ten o\u2019clock the next morning, I was already sitting in front of The Oak Street Cafe.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I arrived an hour early.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I couldn\u2019t breathe.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I couldn\u2019t eat.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I couldn\u2019t think.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I brought the photograph the message had asked for.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The one from our wedding.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Gabriel smiling.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Me leaning on his shoulder.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Two people convinced that life was simple.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
How naive we were.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
At seven minutes past eleven, someone took the chair across from me.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
It wasn\u2019t Gabriel.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
It was a woman.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Approximately sixty years old.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Gray hair.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Dark glasses.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
A blue scarf around her neck.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I looked at her, confused.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
She looked at me too.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Then she spoke.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cLaura Vance.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
It wasn\u2019t a question.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
It was a statement.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cWho are you?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The woman left a folder on the table.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cMy name is Theresa Adams.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cI don\u2019t know you.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cI know.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
She slowly opened the folder.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cBut I did know Gabriel.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I felt a chill.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cWhere is he?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The woman looked down.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
And that reaction filled me with fear.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cBefore I answer that, I need you to see something.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
She took out several photographs.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
She slid them toward me.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I looked at them.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
And the world stopped.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Because Gabriel was in them.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
It was undeniably him.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Thinner.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
With a beard.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
But it was him.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
He was alive.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The photos had recent dates.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Three months ago.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Four months ago.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Six months ago.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
My eyes began to fill with tears.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cMy God\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The woman remained silent.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cHe\u2019s alive\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cHe\u2019s alive\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I felt like I couldn\u2019t catch my breath.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
A year.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
A damn year.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
A year of crying.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
A year of visiting an empty grave.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
A year of believing myself to be a widow.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cWhere is he?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The woman took several seconds to answer.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cHe disappeared four months ago.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
That baffled me.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cWhat does that mean?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cThat we are also looking for him.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cWho is \u2018we\u2019?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Theresa took a deep breath.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
And then she showed me a badge.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Private investigator.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
That made no sense.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Nothing made sense.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cI need you to explain everything to me right now.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
She nodded.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
And she began.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
According to Theresa, Gabriel\u2019s accident did happen.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The car was indeed found destroyed.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
There was fire.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
There was chaos.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
There were injured people.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
But Gabriel survived.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
With injuries.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
With partial amnesia.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
And he was transferred to a private clinic.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The same one whose name I had seen on my mother-in-law\u2019s envelope.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The exact same one.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Neonatology.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
My heart skipped a beat.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cWhat does a neonatal clinic have to do with this?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Theresa looked at me.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cEverything.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I felt that something horrible was about to arrive.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cExplain yourself.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cYour son was born alive.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The world disappeared.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cNo\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cLaura\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cMy son died.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The tears began to fall.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cThat\u2019s what they told me.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Theresa slid another document over.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
A certificate.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
A medical record.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
A footprint.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
A birth weight.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
A name.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
My son.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
My son.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
My son.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
He had been born alive.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Perfectly alive.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I felt my chest bursting.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cWhere is he?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
My voice was barely a whisper.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Theresa closed her eyes.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cThat is what we are trying to find out.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The cafe disappeared.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The tables disappeared.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Everything disappeared.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Only those words existed.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
My son was alive.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Or at least he had been.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
And someone had lied to me.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Everyone had lied to me.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Gabriel.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
My mother-in-law.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The hospital.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Everyone.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cWhy?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Theresa paused for a few seconds.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cBecause someone paid a lot of money to make him disappear.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I froze.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cWho?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cWe still don\u2019t know.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cMy mother-in-law?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cShe was involved.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
That answer was enough.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Because deep down, I already knew.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I remembered the envelope.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The clinic.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Her silence.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Her threats.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Everything fit.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Too well.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cAnd Gabriel?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Theresa looked down.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cWhen he regained his memory, he discovered the truth.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cWhat truth?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cThat your son was still alive.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I felt my heart stop.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cWhat?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cGabriel started investigating on his own.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The folder contained copies of emails.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Notes.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Addresses.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Photographs.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cHe was close to finding him.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cAnd then?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cHe disappeared.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Silence fell over us.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
An unbearable silence.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cDo you think he was kidnapped?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cI don\u2019t know.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cIs he dead?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cI don\u2019t know.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
That answer destroyed me.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Because after mourning him for a year\u2026<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I was losing him again.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Once more.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I left the cafe without knowing how I got back to my apartment.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I locked myself in.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I cried for hours.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Not for Gabriel.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Not just for him.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I cried for my son.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
For the baby I never saw.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
For my empty arms.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
For the birthdays I never celebrated.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
For the crib we never put together.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
For everything.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
At nightfall, I reviewed the folder again.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Page by page.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Photograph by photograph.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Until I found something.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
A name repeated several times.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
A person.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
A doctor.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Dr. Henry Sterling.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
He appeared in the accident records.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
At the private clinic.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
And also in documents related to neonatology.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Too many coincidences.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I picked up the phone.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
And I dialed the number Theresa had written on the back of a card.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
She answered on the second ring.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cDid you find something?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cWhat?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I looked at the papers again.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cI think I know who connected Gabriel to my son.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
There was silence.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cWho?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cDr. Henry Sterling.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
No one answered on the other end of the line.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
And that gave me goosebumps.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cTheresa\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cLaura\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Her voice sounded strange.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Tense.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Scared.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cWhat\u2019s wrong?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I heard her close a door.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Then she spoke very quietly.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cI need you to leave your apartment right now.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I stood up abruptly.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cWhy?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cBecause Henry Sterling was found dead two days ago.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The blood froze in my veins.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cWhat?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cAnd someone just broke into my office.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
My breathing accelerated.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cWhat are you saying?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cI\u2019m saying that whoever hid your son knows we are investigating.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
A loud bang echoed on the other side of the call.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Then another.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
And another one.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Theresa started breathing fast.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cLaura, listen carefully.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cWhat\u2019s happening?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cIf something happens to me, look for safe deposit box number 217.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cWhere?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cNational Bank, State Street branch.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I heard a crash.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Glass breaking.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
A scream.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
And then a phrase that froze my soul.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cYour son wasn\u2019t sold, Laura.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cWhat?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cHe was given to a very specific family.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cWhich family?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
But the call disconnected.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I stood motionless.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
With the phone in my hand.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Trembling.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
And then I heard something.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Three sharp knocks.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
On my apartment door.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Knock.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Knock.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Knock.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I looked through the peephole.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
And I felt my heart stop beating.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Because on the other side was an unknown man.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Black suit.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Gloves.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
And in his hands he held a photograph.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
A recent photograph.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Of Gabriel.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Holding the hand of a boy who was about a year old.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
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