Chapter 122- Mysteries
“ It's been two weeks Liam, two weeks, it's just the same thing, we'd have a false lead and then nothing, why would someone want to do this to me? There's someone out there in the world who just finds enjoyment in watching me suffer, as if stealing my son wasn't enough, they're toying with me, it's not funny,” I cried in frustration.
Nothing, we've found nothing. We couldn't even trace who the person that sent the message was. I still don't have my son and I still don't know how many months or years it'd take to find him, it was just so frustrating.
“ Hey, get up, you're stronger than this," Liam said as he held my hands to help me up from the floor where I was.
“ Two weeks Liam, another two weeks gone without anything, when am I going to find him? I can't just forget about him, I want my son,” I said as my body shook with sobs.
" Everything will be alright, look at me,” Liam said but I shook my head as I just hugged him instead.
“ Everything will be alright," he just kept repeating but I couldn't bring myself to believe him.
Maybe I was getting punished for something I did in my past life, because I don't understand why all this was happening to me when I've done nothing wrong to anyone.
This was just too much, there's so much I can take.
“ At the right time believe me everything will fall into place, we'll keep finding him, we won't give up," Liam said as he consoled me.
He walked me to my bed as I climbed on it then Cherry passed me my medicine as I took it before I closed my eyes.
I just wanted to believe that everything was okay and when I wake up I'll be taken back to the past where I opened my eyes but this time instead of my son missing he'll be in his crib and I'll hold him again.
Even if it's in my head, let everything be perfect, I'm going to watch him grow, I'm going to watch him crawl, say his first word, take his first step. There wouldn't be any pain.
I just wanted the pain to stop.
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“ This is every information I have on the missing child," my private investigator said as he pushed a file to me and I took it,
“ He's name is Andrew Jason Fredrick, he was born June 6th and should be around four years now, everything you need is in the file, countless efforts have been made to find the child but all efforts proved abortive which leaves me with the conclusion that whoever has that child must be very powerful, someone with influence.” he said and once again I couldn't help but think of my Dad.
But what would he achieve with taking the child?
We don't talk much and I didn't want to have any conversation whatsoever with him.
" But rest assured that I and my team will do all we can to find him.” He said, but my mind was still elsewhere as I thought of the possibility.
" Thank you, just let me know if you find anything else," I said and he nodded before he stood up and I did the same as I walked him to the door.
As soon as he walked out, I closed the door and walked back to my chair as I sat down before I took the file and opened it.
There was a baby picture which I guess must have been taken when he was born. We're not looking for a baby anymore, we're looking for a four year old. How do we even start?
I can't imagine… I paused my train of thought when my eyes went back to the baby picture. I brought the picture closer as I scrunched my brows in confusion.
Why the hell did this look like a baby picture of Sammy?
I stared at the picture as so many thoughts ran through my mind.
It could be because the child is also mine but the resemblance was just too much, like they were twins. Sammy is my child and I can recognize him anywhere. I could remember how happy I was when they called me that Mirabel gave birth, I didn't care that she drugged me so we could have the child, I just cared about my son.
I came running as soon as I could and the moment I held him, I fell in love with him. He was mine, his eyes were just like mine and my broken heart started beating again.
So looking at this picture is just like looking at Sammy from that day.
Something just wasn't adding up.