PART 3
For a moment, we just stared at each other. Then I stepped forward and hugged him. He froze at first… then held me back.
“I thought you were dead,” I said, my voice breaking.
“I was supposed to be,” he answered.
I stepped back, looking at him. “What does that mean?”
He looked at the street, then back at me. “Come inside. We don’t have much time.”
The inside of the house was bare. Just a table, two chairs, and a mattress in the corner. No photos. No personal belongings. As if no one really lived there.
“Start talking,” I said.
Henry sat down slowly, folding his hands. “That day… the ‘accident’… it wasn’t an accident.”
I said nothing. I just listened.
“Dad was involved,” he said.
The words cut through my veins like ice.
“What?”
“I saw something I wasn’t supposed to see,” he continued. “I discovered what he was really up to. Not just his job… but the people he works with.”
“What do you mean?”
Henry looked me straight in the eye. “He was involved in something illegal. Big. Dangerous. And when he realized I knew… I had to disappear.”
I shook my head. “No… no, that can’t—”
“The body in the car wasn’t mine,” he said. “It was someone else. Someone they used to ‘prove’ my death.”
My stomach turned.
“But why?” I asked. “Why not just—”
“Because it was safer to make me ‘dead’ than to actually kill me,” he said. “Fewer questions. Less noise.”
I started to tremble. “And Mom? Why did you say she’s in danger?”
Henry’s face hardened. “Because Dad is starting to suspect that someone from the past is moving again. He doesn’t know it’s me… not yet. But if he finds out that you saw me…”
He didn’t finish the sentence. He didn’t have to.
“We have to warn her,” I said.
“Yes,” he said. “But carefully. We can’t go back home like nothing happened.”
I took a deep breath. “What’s the plan?”
The next morning, everything looked normal. My mother made coffee. She even smiled when she saw me. It broke my heart. She had no idea. My father sat at the table, reading the newspaper as always. Calm. Controlled. Unreadable.
“You came in late last night,” he said without looking up.
My throat went dry. “Work,” I replied.
He just nodded. I looked at my mother. She had no idea that her world would change in a few hours.
That evening, I told her. Everything. I took her to the address. When she saw Henry… she collapsed. But this time… from joy. And pain. And confusion.
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They talked for a long time. Crying. Whispering. I stood by the door, on guard.
We knew he would come. And he did.
