“For me?”
“For where you came from.”
I swallowed hard.
“And now?”
She looked at me.
“I found them.”
My heart skipped.
“You’re sure?”
She nodded.
“They’re your parents.”
Everything went quiet.
“What happens now?” I asked.
“That’s up to you,” she said. “But if you want… I can call them.”
I took a breath.
“Call them.”
The next day, I came back to the shop.
I didn’t sleep much.
I didn’t know what I was walking into.
The bell rang.
A couple walked in.
Well dressed. Calm.
But their eyes—
They were locked on me like I might disappear.
The woman stepped forward, her voice shaking.
“Oh my God…”
The man stood beside her, silent, staring.
Desiree spoke softly.
“This is her.”
The woman started crying.
“You’re alive,” she whispered.
My chest tightened.
“I’m Michael,” the man said. “This is Danielle. We’re your parents.”
I couldn’t speak.
He continued, voice tight.
“Someone we trusted took you. We think he planned to ask for money. But something went wrong. He disappeared. And so did you.”
