I didn’t sleep that night.
The woman took a step forward, her hand trembling slightly.
“Oh my God…” she whispered.
The man beside her didn’t speak. He just stared, as if he were afraid that if he blinked, I’d disappear.
Desiree stepped forward. “This is her.”
The woman’s eyes filled instantly.
“You’re alive,” she said.
I didn’t know what to say.
None of this felt real.
“Oh my God…”
They sat down across from me, unable to look away.
“I’m Michael. This is my wife, Danielle. We are your parents.”
I think I gasped before swallowing hard.
“It was our former employee,” Michael continued, his voice tight. “Years ago. Someone we trusted. He took you.”
“We believe he intended to demand money,” Danielle added. “But something must have gone wrong. He vanished. And so did you.”
I felt my hands go cold.
