So that’s what I did.
I followed him all the way to the edge of the city.
He was moving with purpose.
He stopped outside an old, abandoned house. It was surrounded by an unkempt garden choked with weeds that merged seamlessly with the woods at the back. It looked like nobody had cared about it in a long time.
The old man knocked quietly on the door.
I moved closer. The old man turned at one point, but I ducked behind a tree before he spotted me.
I heard the door open.
“You said I should tell you if someone ever asked about the jacket…” the old man said.
He stopped outside an old, abandoned house.
I peeked around the tree.
When I saw who was standing in the doorway of that decrepit old house, I thought I might faint.
“Daniel!” I stumbled toward the door.
My son looked up. His eyes widened with fear.
A shadow moved behind Daniel. He glanced over his shoulder, back at me, then did the last thing I ever would’ve expected. He ran.
“Daniel, wait!” I picked up speed, sprinting past the old man and into the house.
A shadow moved behind Daniel.
A door slammed. I raced down the hall and skidded into the kitchen. I tugged the back door open just in time to watch Daniel and a girl race into the woods.
I raced after them, screaming his name, but they were too fast.
I lost them.
***
I drove straight to the nearest police station and told the desk officer everything.
“Why would he run from you?” he asked.
I lost them.
“I don’t know,” I said. “But I need you to help me find him before he disappears again.”
“I’ll send out an alert, ma’am.”
I took a seat. Every time the door opened, my whole body went rigid.
I kept asking myself the same questions on a loop: What if he’s already on a bus? What if he’s gone? What if that was my only chance?
Close to midnight, the officer walked over to me.
“I need you to help me find him before he disappears again.”
“We found him. He was near the bus terminal. They’re bringing him in as we speak.”
A wave of relief crashed over me. “And the girl who was with him?”
“He was alone.”
They brought Daniel into a small interview room.
I didn’t realize I was crying until I felt it on my face. “You’re alive. Do you have any idea how worried I’ve been? And when I finally found you… Why did you run from me?”
He looked down at the table. “I didn’t run from you.”
“And the girl who was with him?”
“Then what—”
“I ran because of Maya.”
And then he told me everything.
