I actually laughed because I thought I had heard her wrong. “Another five grand for what?”-olweny
My Son Woke After Two Years — The Truth Was Waiting Beside His Bed-xurixuri
Too late. It had already consumed him.
That afternoon, Isaiah sat alone in his office and opened the file on his computer.
5 years. 3 private investigators. Hundreds of thousands of dollars spent. Nothing. The last report was blunt: they had exhausted all leads.
Victoria Hayes was too common a name. Her family had left no forwarding address after 2008.
He pulled up a map of Chicago. 12 red pins marked his properties, all within 2 miles of Lincoln Elementary School. If Victoria was still in Chicago, he believed she would be in that neighborhood helping people.
That was who she was. So he had bought properties there, developed them, and created reasons to be in the area constantly, hoping and waiting.
His phone buzzed again. Α reminder appeared for a 7:00 p.m. community meeting at the South Chicago Community Center. Isaiah usually sent representatives to those meetings.
This time, something made him type, “I’ll attend personally.” He did not know why. It was only a feeling.
The memories came the way they always did.
