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Claire contacted my company account first.
Her message was short.
“Ethan? Is that really you?”
I looked at the screen.
Twenty years had passed since she’d laughed at me through the train window.
I replied with one word.
“Yes.”
Within an hour, Mom called.
Her voice trembled with carefully measured emotion.
“My son,” she whispered. “Oh, Ethan. After all these years.”
I said nothing.
She began telling me how much she’d missed me.
How often she’d thought about me.
How she’d prayed we might someday reunite.
Then Dad took the phone.
His voice had aged.
His attitude hadn’t.
“You’ve embarrassed this family long enough,” he said. “Come to your mother’s gala. We’ll let everyone see that we’ve forgiven you.” Familysupport services
I nearly laughed.
They had forgiven me.
Twenty years earlier, they’d abandoned a child at a station and instructed him to find his own way
