He stared at the hospital tag in disbelief.
“I haven’t seen one of these in ten years,” he said.
Ryan looked confused.
“What is happening?”
The woman collapsed into a nearby chair.
Tears streamed down her face.
Finally, she spoke.
“The day you were born… there were twins.”
Ryan’s eyes widened.
“Twins?”
She nodded.
“You.”
She pointed at Ryan.
“And him.”
The lonely boy stood frozen.
The entire world seemed to stop around him.
“But the hospital told us one baby died.”
Ryan shook his head.
“No…”
The woman continued.
“They lied.”
A voice suddenly interrupted them.
“Because someone paid them to.”
Everyone turned.
An elderly man stepped forward from the crowd.
He was holding a folder filled with documents.
His hands trembled.
“I worked at that hospital.”
The woman gasped.
The man opened the folder.
Inside were birth records.
Photographs.
Signatures.
And one shocking document.
The name of the person who had ordered the baby to be taken.
Ryan looked at the paper.
His mother looked at it too.
Then both of them froze.
Because the signature belonged to someone they knew.
Someone in their family.
Someone still alive.
The lonely boy looked up.
“Who is it?”
The old man slowly turned the document around.
The mother began sobbing.
Ryan stepped backward in shock.
And the lonely boy whispered:
“…Grandpa?”
The screen faded to black.
