For two years, Elena replayed the last words her son said before he mysteriously vanished. She clung to hope for a sign he was still out there. Then one day, she found it — a bracelet she’d made for him, now on a stranger’s wrist. That discovery brought her closer to the answers she longed for.
The faint scent of lavender clung to Elena’s coat, a reminder of the fabric spray she’d spritzed on before leaving her hotel room. She sat by the café window, staring at the misty drizzle streaking the glass. This new city wasn’t home; it never had been. She was here on yet another last-minute business trip. Normally, she could distract herself with work, but today her thoughts wouldn’t settle.
They were stuck on Aaron. It had been two years since her son vanished. No goodbye, no explanation… just gone.
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He was 20 when he left, an age when he should have been figuring out life, not running from it.
The only thing he left behind was haunting silence.
And Elena? She was left with sleepless nights and memories that cut sharper with every passing day. She’d looked for him everywhere, even on social media. But in vain.
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Her phone buzzed with another message from her sister Wendy. “Any news?” she asked, like clockwork. Every morning, same question, same hope.
“Nothing,” Elena typed back, her fingers trembling slightly. “Just another day of wondering if he’s even alive.”
“He is,” Wendy replied instantly. “You’d know if he wasn’t. A mother always knows.”
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Elena closed her eyes, remembering the last conversation they’d had before he disappeared. “I’m going out,” Aaron had said, casual as ever. “Don’t wait up.”
“Text me when you get home,” she’d called after him.
“I will, Mom. I will.”
But he never did. That text never came.
On her nightstand back home, there was a picture of him at ten, his face beaming with pride as he showed off the bracelet she’d made for him. Blue and green leather braided tightly, with a small silver charm etched with his initial.
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She remembered tying it around his little wrist, telling him, “It’s one in a million. Just like you.”
“Really, Mom?” he’d asked, eyes sparkling. “You mean that?”
“With all my heart, sweetie. You’re the best thing that ever happened to me.”
And now? Two years without him, and all she had left were those words echoing in her head.
A soft clink of plates pulled Elena out of her thoughts. The waiter set her order down — a plate of eggs and toast she’d barely looked at on the menu. The warm smell of coffee and pastries filled the air, but her appetite was nowhere to be found.
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She picked at the crust of the toast, her mind wandering. Where is he? Is he safe? Does he even know how much I love him?
The sound of footsteps brought her back again. The waiter, a young man with a friendly smile, returned with the bill. She handed him her card without looking up. But as he reached for it, something caught her eye.
A bracelet.
Braided blue and green leather with a small silver charm.
Her breath hitched. “It’s… Oh my God, it’s the SAME BRACELET — AARON’S.”
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She stared, her hand trembling. “Where… where did you get that?” Her voice barely made it past the lump in her throat.
The waiter paused, looking at his wrist. “Oh, this?” He laughed nervously. “It was a gift.”
Her heart raced. “From who?”
His smile faded, replaced with confusion. “My fiancé.”
The room felt like it had tilted. Elena clutched the edge of the table, her voice trembling. “Who is he? What’s his name?”
“Ma’am, are you okay?” he asked, genuine concern in his voice. “You’re shaking.”
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“That bracelet,” she whispered, reaching out to touch it but stopping herself. “I remember every knot and every thread. I spent hours making it perfect because… because he deserved perfect.”
The man’s brows knitted together defensively. “I don’t see why that’s any of your business.”
She pointed at the bracelet, her voice cracking. “Because I made that. FOR MY SON.”
A silence fell between them, heavy and uncertain.
The waiter — Chris, his name tag read — studied her, his face shifting from confusion to realization. “Wait,” he said slowly, “you’re Adam’s mom?”
Elena stared at him, hardly able to breathe. “Adam? No, my son’s name is Aaron. You know my son?”
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The waiter shook his head. “No. But he told me he left everything behind, including his name. I… I never knew why. And he doesn’t go by Aaron anymore. He’s Adam now.”
The name hit her like a slap. Adam. Why would he change his name? Why would he leave his life behind?
“Why?” Elena whispered. “Why would he do that?”
“Please,” she begged, “I need to understand. Every night for two years, I’ve imagined the worst. Car accidents, kidnapping, murder. Do you know what it’s like to wake up every morning wondering if your child is dead?”
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Chris glanced around, lowering his voice. “Look, I don’t know everything. He’s never talked much about his past. But he said… he said he didn’t think you’d accept him.”
“Accept him? For what?”
Chris shifted uncomfortably, then glanced at his wrist. “For me. For us.”
“Us?” she repeated, the word heavy on her tongue. “You mean…”
“We’re engaged,” Chris said softly, touching the bracelet. “He gave me this the night I proposed. Said it was the most precious thing he owned.”
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The words landed like bricks, crushing and unrelenting. All the tiny moments she’d overlooked over the years came rushing back: Aaron hesitating before telling her about certain friends, dodging questions about who he spent time with. Her heart twisted. He’d been scared. Scared of her.
“All those times,” she whispered, more to herself than Chris. “All those times he started to tell me something important, then changed the subject. Was he trying to…?”
Chris nodded gently. “He told me that he’d tried to tell you many times. But the words wouldn’t come. He was afraid.”
Tears blurred Elena’s vision. “I didn’t know,” she whispered. “I never knew he thought that.”
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Chris’s eyes softened. “He doesn’t talk about it much, but it’s clear he’s still carrying that fear. Look, I’m not trying to make you feel bad… he loves you, in his own way. He kept this bracelet with him all the time before he gave it to me. It means something to him.”
“Did he ever…” she swallowed hard. “Did he ever talk about me?”
“All the time. He keeps your photo in his wallet — the one of you holding him on his first birthday. Sometimes I catch him looking at it when he thinks I’m not watching.”
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The room felt like it was closing in on Elena. “Please,” she said, clutching Chris’s arm. “Tell me where he is. I just want to see him. I need to tell him…” Her voice faltered. “I need him to know I love him. No matter what.”
Chris hesitated. “He might not be ready for that.”
“Please. Two years, Chris. Two years of empty holidays, of setting a place at the table just in case, of jumping every time the phone rings. I can’t do it anymore.”
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After a long pause, he sighed and pulled out a receipt, scribbling an address. “He’s scared, but… maybe this will help him, too.”
Elena clutched the address in her hand, standing outside a modest brick apartment building. The soft hum of the city filled the air, but it was drowned out by the sound of her heartbeat.
She stared at the buzzer. Her hand hovered over the button for Apartment 3B. What if he didn’t want to see her? What if he told her to leave?
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Her phone buzzed again. “Did something happen?” Wendy asked. “You’ve been quiet all day.”
“I found him,” Elena typed back, hands shaking. “Wendy, I found him.”
“Oh my God,” she replied instantly. “Where are you? Do you need me there?”
“No,” Elena wrote. “This is something I need to do alone.”
Before she could talk herself out of it, the door creaked open.
He stood there, looking at her like he was seeing a ghost. His hair was longer, his face thinner. He wasn’t a boy anymore. Before her stood a man, carrying an exhaustion and wisdom far beyond his age. But his eyes — those brown eyes that used to light up with mischief — were still the same.
“MOM?”
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“You kept the photo,” she blurted out, remembering what Chris had said. “The one from your first birthday.”
Aaron’s hand instinctively went to his back pocket, where his wallet sat. “How did you…?”
“Chris,” Elena said softly. “He told me everything.”
Tears streamed down her face. “Aaron,” she said, choking on the name. “Or Adam. Whatever you want to call yourself. I don’t care. I just… I need you to know I love you. I always have.”
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He blinked, his face crumpling. “You don’t… you don’t care?”
“Care?” She stepped closer, her voice breaking. “The only thing I care about is that you’re alive, that you’re safe. Do you know how many times I called hospitals? Morgues? How many times I walked past homeless people, wondering if one of them was you?”
She reached for his face, touching it gently, making sure he was real. “I don’t care who you love. I don’t care where you’ve been. I just want my son back.”
“But I’m different now,” he whispered. “I’m not who you wanted me to be.”
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“You’re exactly who you’re supposed to be. And I’m so sorry if I ever made you feel like you couldn’t tell me that.”
For a moment, he stood frozen. Then he threw his arms around her, burying his face in her shoulder. “I’m so sorry, Mom,” he sobbed. “I was so scared. I thought if you knew…”
“No, baby,” she whispered, holding him tight. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry you carried that fear alone.”
The next morning, Elena sat at their kitchen table, a mug of coffee warming her hands. Aaron sat across from her, his hand clasped in Chris’s. They looked happy, comfortable, and so clearly in love.
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“So, wait,” Chris said, laughing. “You painted the cat?”
Aaron groaned. “I was six! It seemed like a good idea at the time.”
“In his defense,” Elena added, smiling, “the cat did look rather festive in purple.”
“Mom!” Aaron protested, but he was grinning. “I thought we agreed never to tell anyone about that!”
“Oh, sweetie,” she laughed, “I have years of embarrassing stories to catch up on. Chris needs to know what he’s getting into.”
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Chris squeezed Aaron’s hand. “I think I already know exactly what I’m getting into.” He glanced at Elena. “And who I’m getting as a mother-in-law.”
She smiled, her chest lighter than it had been in years. The bracelet was back on Aaron’s wrist, glinting in the morning sunlight.
“You’re still one in a million, you know,” she said softly.
He reached across the table, his eyes full of emotion. “So are you, Mom.”
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“We have so much to catch up on,” she said, wiping away a tear. “So many moments to make up for.”
“We have time,” he said softly. “All the time in the world.”
And for the first time in two years, Elena believed it.
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Chris’ parents didn’t accept his relationship with Amanda. When she announced her pregnancy at the dinner, they rushed to call her a cheater because they had just gotten some shocking medical results. Their lives would never be the same.
“I just want to get this over with,” Chris sighed in front of his parents’ house door.
“They’re your parents, honey. We want them to finally accept me and come to our wedding, right?” his wife, Amanda, caressed his arms.
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Chris grunted. “I really don’t care about that, Amanda. I’m sorry, but if they can’t accept the woman I love, I don’t want anything to do with them.”
“Please, honey. We have to make peace with them. What about the future? They’re family. We want them to be a part of our children’s lives, don’t we?” Amanda continued, smiling slightly. The problem is that the young, beautiful woman didn’t see the tightening of her husband’s mouth.
Chris tried to keep his composure after her words, but he only barely managed. “Yeah. I guess,” he muttered through his stiff lips.
“That’s… fine. When are you going to quit your job?” he continued.
“OK! Now, cheer up. We’re in this together,” Amanda perked and hugged his side.
Chris’s mother, Mrs. Castillo, opened the door with her signature fake grin, only slightly lifting her lips.
“Hello, Amanda. It’s nice to see you,” she said, nodding her head subtly and moving, so they could walk through the door.
Chris wanted to roll his eyes. It had been years since he and Amanda got together. They were engaged, and his parents still viewed her as the woman who “ruined their plans.” They wanted their son with someone else and were salty about his decision.
***
When Chris graduated from college and got his first job, his parents introduced him to Ciara, the daughter of Mr. and Mrs. Geoffrey. Her father was on a local private clinic board and highly well-respected in their town.
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Chris came from the Castillo family, and they had always been wealthy thanks to their great-grandfather’s investments. Chris didn’t care much for that stuff. His parents were obsessed with status and what others would say.
However, he made the most amazing friends at college who came from all walks of life. It truly changed his life, and he realized that the girls he had been exposed to through private school and country club parties were not for him. He wanted a real woman.
And Amanda appeared. He had been at his job for a couple of years and collided with her on his way out of a parking lot. It was love at first sight for him, so he tried to joke, smile, and invite her out straight away.
She worked at a nearby building and was not happy about his advances. But eventually, she said yes to a date, and they had been together since.
The first time she met his parents was a disaster. They told Chris to break things off as soon as she left the restaurant table for the bathroom.
“She’s an assistant. Why can’t you date Ciara? She adores you. This is not the girl for you,” his mother said quietly, but her face showed desperation and disgust.
“Listen to your mother, son. You must marry a woman from your own… ugh… class. It won’t work otherwise,” his dad joined in, shaking his head.
“The two of you need to shut up. I will not listen to this. Ciara is a vapid little princess, and I don’t want to be near her… ever!” he said, forcefully but still discreetly enough.
Amanda returned to the table, and the dinner continued. His parents never had much of a poker face, so this meeting wasn’t pleasant. However, it was worse after those comments, and Amanda sensed it.
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He explained everything later, and she understood, telling him to give his parents time. But it had been a while, and they had yet to warm up. They behaved to her face but grumbled behind her back. Mostly, they tolerated her, especially since they got engaged. Meanwhile, she remained hopeful. Amanda was a glass-half-full kind of person. Therefore, she still called his mother to plan dinners and included her in some of the wedding details.
The only thing Amanda had not been open about was the fact that they were already trying for a baby. She wanted that to be a surprise. With some luck, Mr. and Mrs. Castillo would finally warm up when they started having babies.
***
As they sat at his parent’s dinner table, Chris could only think of wrapping this gathering up quickly. He had something to tell his fiancée, and it was extremely urgent. It might change the nature of their relationship forever. She might even decide to leave him.
“They don’t know what they’re missing. Let them eat cake in their country clubs while you and I find real happiness.”
He had actually talked to his parents about this a few days ago when he received the news. They didn’t have a lot to say about it. Their faces showed sadness and concern, but they remained their stoic selves.
“If Amanda leaves you, let her do it,” his mother told him, but that would kill Chris. So, he had been afraid of telling her the truth.
“So, Amanda,” his father began, snapping Chris out of his thoughts. “How’s work?”
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“Oh, Mr. Castillo. Work is going great. My boss has this huge event coming up, and I’m helping plan everything. It’s been fun, actually,” she replied, happy they showed interest in her.
“That’s… fine. When are you going to quit your job?” he continued.
“Excuse me?”
“Quit. To become a housewife,” Mr. Castillo clarified.
“I’m not quitting,” Amanda said, confused.
“She’s going to keep working, Dad,” Chris intervened, peeved.
“That’s… just fine. Amanda is a modern woman after all, darling,” his mother said, not quite smiling but not angry either.
“Well, I don’t know my plans yet. It’ll depend on the future,” Amanda said and swallowed nervously. “Speaking of which, I have an announcement. I’m pregnant!”
There was extreme silence at the table, which seemed to expand for hours, but it was only a few seconds. Amanda had been sure that a baby was everything this family needed to accept her finally, but she had no idea what Chris had just discovered.
The first person to break the silence was Mrs. Castillo. “He’s infertile!” she yelled, seething. Her eyes were almost red from anger.
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Chris was frozen in complete shock. They had been intimate for a while without protection, hoping for this. But he just got medical results proving that he couldn’t father anyone. That meant… that Amanda had cheated.
“YOU WORTHLESS TROLLOP!” his mother screamed some more. “YOU CHEATED NO MY SON AND GOT PREGNANT? NOW YOU WANT TO BABY-TRAP HIM?”
“Baby trap him? Mrs. Castillo, Chris and I have been trying for months. We wanted to surprise you and start our family right away. What do you mean by infertile? That’s impossible!” Amanda shook her head rapidly, not knowing what to do.
Mr. Castillo wiped his mouth with a cloth napkin and stood. “Get out of this house immediately. Never show your face near my son again, or we will get a restraining order,” he threatened quietly.
“Sir! Chris, please. Do something. I don’t understand!” Amanda begged her fiance, but Chris couldn’t move. Suddenly, Mrs. Castillo grabbed Amanda’s hair and started pulling her toward the front door.
“Get out of here now!” the older woman yelled like a banter.
Amanda held onto her hair to prevent more pain, but she repeatedly called out to Chris. It was futile. He was still at the table, looking at his plate and not moving.
“CHRIS!” Amanda shouted finally as the heavy front door slammed.
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***
The next few days were a confusing blur. Chris moved out of their shared apartment, leaving the medical results on their kitchen countertop. He also left a Post-it.
“I was concerned and got tested. I’m infertile. Completely. I hope you have a happy life, but it won’t be with me,” he wrote, breaking Amanda’s heart.
That doctor had to be wrong. She was pregnant, and it was 100% Chris’s baby. She hadn’t been with anyone else for many years. How was this possible? And why wouldn’t he talk to me?
Despite her best efforts, Chris refused contact. When she went to his parent’s house, they called the police, who told her to leave or risk being arrested.
“Fine! I’ll leave! I’ll raise this beautiful baby on my own! You’re the one missing out, and when you realize the truth, it’ll be too late!” she screamed towards the mansion and walked away.
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Despite what the Castillo family tried to imply, Amanda didn’t need to trap anyone. She might not be from a wealthy family, but she had a great job. Her company had a fantastic maternity leave policy, and the entire team was ready to support her dearly. Her boss loved her, so she wasn’t worried.
“What? No, that was just our plan,” Mrs. Geoffrey chuckled, waving her hand.
The problem was facing an utterly different future without Chris and as a single mom. But if others could do it, she could too.
Therefore, she had the baby, named him Paul, and did her best. It was suffocating doing everything alone at times, but she persevered every day for her son. The only problem was that her baby was a carbon copy of Chris. It was impossible to miss.
“Those idiots,” she whispered after putting him down for a nap. “They don’t know what they’re missing. Let them eat cake in their country clubs while you and I find real happiness.”
***
Chris tried to move on with life. His usually cold parents were highly supportive after he moved out of his shared apartment with Amanda. He was thankful for that. The last thing he ever imagined was Amanda cheating on him. It didn’t seem possible despite irrefutable proof.
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But his parents told him everything would be alright soon. And life goes on even when you don’t want it to. He returned to work, found a new apartment for himself, and tried to forget the pain. The future was bleak without Amanda, but his parents tried to cheer him up.
One day, they invited him for dinner, and Ciara was there. Surprisingly, they got along, and she had many interesting things to say. His parents were delighted and encouraged the friendship. Chris didn’t have the fight in him to refuse again.
He started dating Ciara. They were taking things slow, but he didn’t discourage his mother when she talked about a country club wedding. Fine. If this is the life I deserve, I’ll just let them plan everything for me, he thought during his depressing moments.
Amanda was out of his life. He just hoped her baby daddy was a good man.
***
About a year after Paul was born, Amanda was walking down the street, focusing on her cell phone, when she stumbled upon someone.
“I’m so sorry. I wasn’t looking,” she apologized, only to raise her eyes and see Chris. “Oh.”
“Amanda,” he said, swallowing. “Hi.”
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“Hello,” she replied awkwardly. “Bye.”
“Wait,” Chris grabbed her hand, but the movement made her drop her phone. “Jeez, I’m sorry.”
He picked it up, and the screen lit. There was a picture of her baby as a screensaver, and his eyes zeroed in on it.
“Give me that,” Amanda snatched it from his hands, finally showing her anger. “You don’t deserve to look at him.”
“Him?” he mumbled, breathless from seeing the image.
“Yes. My son,” she said, lifting her chin. “Mine. Alone.”
Her whole demeanor was surprising. He understood why she would lie about cheating at first, but it had been a while since their split. She didn’t have to pretend anymore.
“I guess it didn’t work out with the father,” Chris commented, wanting to be angry and hurt her somehow.
“Yeah. It didn’t,” she raised her eyebrows. “Bye, Chris.”
And she walked away.
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For several days, Chris pondered hard on the situation. He didn’t remember the picture of the baby much, as she had snatched her phone too quickly. But he had stunning blue eyes. Amanda’s eyes were brown. Of course, anyone could be the father.
But her attitude. The way she was accusing him without actually saying anything was highly odd. Was it possible that he had been wrong? That his doctors were wrong?
It didn’t seem likely because he had gone to Ciara’s father’s private clinic. They had all the latest technologies, so the chances of a false result were odd. But… what if?
He couldn’t think about it much because Ciara dragged him to her mother’s house for a meeting with the wedding planner. Yes, they were engaged, and things were moving fast. He didn’t care. He just wanted his parents to shut up about it.
The whole situation was insane. He had no idea why he was there when Ciara and her mother were picking up everything. When his new fiancée took a break, Mrs. Geoffrey focused on him. She talked a bit about the wedding, the future, how she always knew this day would come, etc.
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But suddenly, she said, “Oh, my god, and the babies you two will have. Precious!”
“Life’s too short for grudges.”
“Babies? Mrs. Geoffrey, I’m infertile. You should know that. I got tested at your husband’s clinic, and everyone knows,” Chris explained, frowning.
“What? No, that was just our plan,” Mrs. Geoffrey chuckled, waving her hand.
“Plan?” Chris asked, his voice turning to ice.
Mrs. Geoffrey seemed only to realize then what she had said. Her face turned white, and her hand flew to her mouth. “I mean…. Ehhh, no. Those things have errors… I think IVF can work…” she stuttered through her words.
And Chris knew everything right away.
Ciara walked back. “OK, let’s continue,” she said, not reading the room.
“Darling, I’m glad you tricked me, and I get to marry you now,” he said unexpectedly. Ciara’s head turned to him quickly.
“You know about that?” she asked, starting to smile.
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“Ciara, no!” her mother whispered.
Chris rose from the couch. “Goodbye. I hope you two rot in hell.”
***
Chris got the entire story from his mother, who was on the phone while he drove to Amanda’s apartment. Luckily, she had never moved out of their shared place, and he still had a copy of the key.
“Chris, you don’t understand!” she wailed, and he didn’t care. He demanded the truth.
His results were indeed a plan. A ruse. A scheme. A betrayal. It was all designed so he would dump Amanda and go to Ciara. Somehow, his mother had discovered how much Amanda wanted to have children. They thought they would separate from the news.
But their plan went even better after Amanda’s pregnancy announcement. Mrs. Castillo mustered her best acting and put on that show. Everyone knew. His parents, Ciara’s parents, and the technician they had paid off and fired later to give the erroneous results. His doctor had even been deceived because he had only seen the fake labs and images.
“You will never see me again,” he told his mother and hung up.
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He knocked, realized Amanda was not home, and decided to go in. He entered the second room and saw the beautiful space she had built for their son. It was blue. There were clouds painted on the walls and toys lying around.
Chris also walked into their bedroom and saw that everything was mostly the same. He sat down on her side of the bed and wanted to break down in tears. But he had to contain himself and think hard. How am I going to win her back and apologize for everything? Will she believe me? he pondered, but the tears showed up, and they wouldn’t stop.
Eventually, he fell asleep.
***
“AAAAH!” Amanda yelled after turning on the light in her room. “Get out of here! I’m calling the police!”
“Amanda!” Chris rushed out of the bed. “Amanda! Amanda! It’s me!”
“Chris! Hell! How could you just walk in here? Are you insane? I was about to grab a knife!” Amanda yelled and hit his shoulder slightly; then she saw his tear-streaked face. “Why are you here in the first place?”
“We need to talk…” he looked down, wetting his parched lips.
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***
“I guess… I’m not surprised, but it’s… still… so unbelievable,” she said after telling her the entire story.
“Yeah,” Chris nodded. “I’m so sorry. I should’ve believed you. I should’ve asked for more tests. I was shocked by the news, and I didn’t know if you would leave me because you always wanted a family. I was an idiot.”
“Yeah, you were,” Amanda agreed. “But I guess it finally makes sense. Like… everything fits. I’m not saying it’s right. But I get it.”
“Is there any way you can forgive me?”
“Life’s too short for grudges.”
“And is there any way I can be in his life?”
“That I don’t know,” Amanda looked down. “It’s been… hard. It’s been lonely. It’s not what we planned together. I don’t know if there’s any going back.”
She had held back tears until now, as the moisture ran slowly down her face as she remembered all that had happened in almost two years. Chris cried with her.
“I know it’ll take me forever, but I will make this up to you. No matter what happens… even if you and I can’t pick up where we left off, you and him are my family. My only family,” he swore, and Amanda looked into his aching, puffy eyes and knew that he was determined.
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“First… you should meet Paul, your son,” Amanda began, wiping her face. “And then, we probably need to think about suing Mr. Geoffrey.”
Chris laughed and cried at the same time. She was her cheerful self despite everything, and as usual, she was right. He needed a lawyer.
What can we learn from this story?
- Always get a second opinion. There can always be false results in the medical field, so you should always check with someone else when a diagnosis seems too drastic.
- Give your partner the benefit of the doubt and let them explain. Chris could’ve saved himself so much pain if he had allowed Amanda to speak. The scheme might’ve been discovered immediately.
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