“What on earth?” Mia exclaimed as I started unpacking the stacks of cash.
“We had money in the basement?” Sam asked.
“Mom and Dad hid it,” Grace announced.
You could’ve heard a pin drop.
Then Aaron, the eldest, leaned forward and started counting the money.
“It’s not just money,” I said, placing the last stack in front of Aaron. “There are these, too.”
I pulled out a thin bundle of plastic sleeves.
I started unpacking the stacks of cash.
Inside those plastic sleeves were copies of each child’s birth certificate and Social Security card.
And at the very bottom of the box, a map marked with various routes leading out of state.
“This proves that Mom and Dad didn’t die,” Grace declared.
Everyone spoke at once. I let them have a few minutes, then I rapped my knuckles on the coffee table.
“Gracie, let’s not get ahead of ourselves,” I said. “We have no proof to suggest your parents are alive, but what we do have definitely suggests they were planning something.”
“They were planning to leave,” Aaron said. “There’s over $40,000 here. Enough to start over somewhere with us.”
“But why?” Mia asked. “What could’ve made them feel like running was the only option?”
“They were planning something.”
“There has to be more.” Rebecca stood and turned to Grace. “Show us exactly where you found this.”
So we went down to the basement. Soon, we were all searching through the old boxes and junk.
It felt like hours had passed when Jonah called out, “Grandma?”
He was standing near the far wall, holding a folder.
I took it from him and opened it under the bare pull-chain light.
