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“Michael.”
I couldn’t breathe.
My brother.
Michael.
Without thinking, I pulled the basement door shut and locked it.
“We’re calling the police,” I said through the door.
Noah grabbed the handle.
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“Why did you lock me in here?”
“I’m sorry.”
A moment later, Tyler came into the room carrying two cans of soda.
“Mom, what are you doing?”
“Tyler, put those down.”
“Why is Noah locked in the basement?”
“I need to make a phone call.”
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“The police?”
“Yes.”
Tyler stared at me as if I’d lost my mind.
I opened an old photo album and pulled out a picture of Michael wearing the same silver pendant.
I handed it to Tyler.
“Look at his neck.”
Tyler stared at the photograph, then toward the basement.
“No.”
I pointed to the picture.
“Noah has the same birthmark behind his ear. And he said his father’s name is Michael.”
Tyler went pale.
“Mom…”
Before long, the police arrived. I explained everything, including Michael’s disappearance, the necklace, the birthmark, and Noah’s father’s name.
Noah wasn’t under arrest. He hadn’t done anything wrong. I was simply desperate for answers.
Then one of the officers asked Noah where his father was.
“At home,” Noah said.
My stomach dropped.
