Signed Michael.
I read the letter aloud.
“I've been searching for years. I finally found your address.”
The child looked exactly like me.
I turned the page.
“I don't want to cause trouble. I just need to know what happened to her.”
I stopped.
“Who are you looking for, Michael?”
***
The next morning, supermarket manager Patricia arranged a meeting with Michael.
I've been searching for years.
We met outside a coffee shop.
“First, explain what you did to my mother.”
“I was wrong. There's no excuse.”
“Then why did you cry?”
“I recognized that locket.”
I showed him the boy's photograph.
A meeting with Michael.
“Is this you?”
He stared. “Yes. Where did you find it?”
“In Dad's things. Along with a letter you wrote twenty years ago.”
“They kept it? I never heard back.”
“What were you looking for?”
I recognized that locket.
“Answers about my childhood.”
“Then tell me the truth. What do you know?”
