“Recent activity, Aaron! Who else could’ve been using that account? And why were only our documents in that box, not theirs?”
“I told you they were alive!”
Aaron looked at me then, not angry now. Desperate. “But if they took off, why didn’t they take us? Everything was prepared.”
“Something changed?” Mia whispered.
“Like they realized it would be too difficult to disappear with seven kids,” Jonah grumbled.
Grace’s face hardened. “So, they left us.”
I cleared my throat. I was furious, and more shocked than I’d ever been before, but I knew one thing for certain.
“Since they’re still alive, I think we should ask them what happened,” I said.
“How?” Aaron asked.
“We force them to come to us,” I replied.
“We should ask them what happened.”
The next day, I returned to the bank and spoke to the branch manager.
“I want to initiate closure proceedings on this account,” I said.
He frowned. “That may trigger immediate alerts to anyone currently using it.”
“Good.”
He studied me for a second, then nodded once. I handed over all the documents I’d carried from one institute to another when I handled my son’s affairs ten years ago.
***
Three days later, there was a knock at the front door.
“That may trigger immediate alerts to anyone currently using it.”
The man on my porch looked older and smaller than how I remembered my son, but it was undoubtedly him. Laura stood half a step behind, thinner than I remembered, eyes darting.
“So, it’s true. You are alive,” I said.
