A Girl Promised to Marry Her Childhood Friend Before Fleeing Poland in 1939 – Decades Later, Her Granddaughter Brought Her a Package and Said, ‘He Says You Must Keep Your Promise’

Margaret wasn’t amused. “This could be somebody playing a trick.”

“Then somebody has an extraordinary memory.”

Beneath the ring was an envelope with my old Chicago address.

“Mom, what’s that?”

    I’m still very popular.

“Our old apartment. Remember?”

Margaret nodded.

“And look at the date.”

    “1964?”

“He found me, Margaret. All those years ago.”

    This could be somebody playing a trick.

Emma frowned. “Then why didn’t he contact you?”

I had absolutely no answer.

And suddenly, the ring wasn’t the most important thing in the package.

The question wasn’t whether Stanislaw had survived. It was why he’d stayed silent when he already knew where to find me.

    Look at the date.

“We need to investigate before you get involved,” my daughter insisted.

“Margaret, I’m already involved.”

“You don’t know this man anymore.”

    “Then I’ll find out.”

“Mom, you’re not listening to me!”