Silence swallowed the terminal.
David stared at the wooden horse.
His hands were shaking.
His wife turned pale.
“What is he talking about?” she asked.
David looked at her.
Then at the old woman.
Tears filled her eyes.
Thirty years earlier, she had worked in a hospital nursery.
One night, her baby disappeared.
Everyone said the child had died.
No body.
No funeral.
Nothing.
She searched for years.
No answers.
David slowly turned toward his wife.
“Who lied to me?”
Her lips trembled.
Then she whispered:
“My mother…”
David froze.
“When I was twelve, I found adoption papers hidden in our attic.”
His heart pounded.
“She said my real mother abandoned me.”
The old woman’s knees gave out.
The homeless boy caught her before she fell.
David stared at him.
“How do you know all this?”
The boy slowly opened the brown paper bag.
Inside were old documents.
Birth records.
Hospital files.
And a letter.
He looked up.
Because his voice broke too.
“I’ve been looking for my family…”
Then he swallowed hard.
“…and I think I’m your son.”
