Tyler looked at the picture and then looked at 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 paled.
“Mom…
Shortly after, the police arrived. I explained everything to them, including Michael’s disappearance, necklace, birthmark, and Noah’s father’s name.
Noah was not detained. I hadn’t done anything wrong. I was just desperate to get answers.
Then one of the officers asked Noah where his father was.
“At home,” Noah replied.
I felt my stomach shrink.
“Call it,” I whispered.
Noah pulled out his phone.
His father responded after three tones.
Even several meters away, I recognized the voice.
Older.
More serious.
But familiar.
Noah asked:
“Dad, where did you get Grandpa’s necklace?
There was a long silence.
Then Noah said:
I’m at Tyler’s. His mother says he knows him.
