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The next day, I returned to the bank and spoke to the branch manager.
“I want to initiate closure proceedings on this account,” I said.
He frowned. “That may trigger immediate alerts to anyone currently using it.”
“Good.”
He studied me for a second, then nodded once. I handed over all the documents I’d carried from one institute to another when I handled my son’s affairs ten years ago.
***
Three days later, there was a knock at the front door.
“That may trigger immediate alerts to anyone currently using it.”
The man on my porch looked older and smaller than how I remembered my son, but it was undoubtedly him. Laura stood half a step behind, thinner than I remembered, eyes darting.
“So, it’s true. You are alive,” I said.
Behind me, all seven of them had gathered. I could feel them there without turning.
Daniel’s eyes flicked past me and widened when he saw them.
Aaron stepped forward. “Where have you been? And why did you leave us? We found the box with the money and our documents…”
Daniel and Laura looked at each other.
“We can explain,” Daniel said.
“So, it’s true. You are alive.”
“We wanted to take you all, we planned to,” Laura said, “but… There were seven of you. And Grace was only four.”
“We had to leave in a hurry that day. We didn’t even have time to come back for the money in that box. The situation was impossible,” Daniel said. He turned to me then. “It’s still impossible. Mom, please, you must reactivate that account. We need—”
Grace cut through his words like a blade.
“No!”