Chapter 12: The Six Months Nobody Could Explain
The drive home felt like a dream.
Not the kind where everything feels magical.
The kind where everything feels wrong.
Where familiar places look unfamiliar.
I sat in the passenger seat while Sarah drove.
Neither of us spoke.
The hospital file sat between us.
Proof.
The one thing I had spent my entire life needing.
And somehow, it created more questions.
Six months.
Six months missing from my own story.
Six months nobody had explained.
When we arrived at the house, Dad was waiting outside.
He looked like he hadn’t moved.
“Ethan.””
I didn’t answer.
He looked at Sarah.
“Did you find out?””
She nodded.
“Yes.””
Dad closed his eyes.
I stepped toward him.
“Why didn’t you tell me about the six months?””
His face changed.
“I didn’t know.””
“That’s impossible.””
“I swear.””
I stared at him.
“You expect me to believe that?””
“No.””
His voice broke.
“I don’t expect you to believe anything I say.””
That honesty stopped me.
For once.
Inside, we sat at the kitchen table.
The same table where I had eaten dinner for years.
Now it felt like a courtroom.
Sarah placed the hospital file down.
“Explain.””
Dad looked at it.
“I can’t.””
“Try.””
He ran his hands through his hair.
“When Ethan was born, everything was normal.””
Sarah nodded.
“Yes.””
“Then things changed.””
“What things?””
Dad looked at me.
“Your mother received threats.””
I frowned.
“From who?””
He looked away.
“I don’t know.””
Sarah stared.
“You never told me that.””
“Because I didn’t know if they were real.””
My stomach tightened.
“What kind of threats?””
Dad swallowed.
“Messages. Calls. Someone telling us to give up custody.””
“Why?””
“I don’t know.””
Sarah looked terrified.
“I thought you were the one threatening me.””
Dad looked at her.
“I thought you were the one leaving.””
The realization hit both of them at the same time.
They had both been manipulated.
By someone.
Someone who wanted them separated.
Someone who wanted me gone.
My phone buzzed.
A message.
From an unknown number.
I opened it.
One sentence.
You’re finally asking the right questions.
Another message followed.
But you still don’t know who started this.
I looked around.
“Who has my number?””
Nobody answered.
Then a photo appeared.
A photograph of a baby.
Me.
But not the one from the yellow blanket.
A different one.
I looked closer.
There was a man holding me.
Not Dad.
Not Richard.
Someone else.
Under the photo was a date.
The date was six months before I supposedly disappeared.
I felt cold.
“Who is that?””
Dad looked at the screen.
His face changed.
Sarah saw it.
“Daniel?””
He whispered:
“That’s…”
I waited.
“Who?””
His voice was barely audible.
“That’s my father.””
I froze.
“Your father?””
Dad nodded slowly.
“My father who was supposed to be dead.””
The room went silent.
I stared at the photo.
A stranger.
Holding me as a baby.
A man nobody had mentioned.
A man who was apparently connected to the missing six months.
“Your father was alive?””
Dad looked terrified.
“No.””
“Then who is that?””
Nobody answered.
My phone buzzed again.
A final message appeared.
The man in the picture didn’t take you.
He was trying to save you.
Then another line appeared.
And your father helped him disappear.
I looked up.
Dad was crying.
Not hiding it.
Not pretending.
Crying.
“Tell me the truth.””
He looked at me.
“I can’t.””
“Why?””
His voice broke.
“Because if he’s alive…”
A pause.
“Then everything we thought happened was wrong.””
Sarah looked at the photo.
“Who was he?””
Dad stared at the image.
And whispered the name I had never heard before.
“Thomas Carter.””
My grandfather.
The man everyone said died before I was born.
Then the front door opened.
Everyone turned.
A shadow stood in the doorway.
An older man.
Gray hair.
A familiar face.
My heart stopped.
Because I had seen those eyes before.
They were my father’s.
And mine.
The man looked at me.
And whispered:
“Ethan.””
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A pause.
“I’m sorry it took me eighteen years to find you.””
