But when I reached for him, he broke down.
I held my son in my arms, the way I had when he was little and frightened of the dark.
For that moment, I didn’t want to let go.
Still, I knew that finding each other again wouldn’t instantly repair everything.
That evening, I insisted we contact the investigator who had handled Lucas’s disappearance. People had spent months searching for him, and his missing-person report needed to be updated.
Lucas agreed to cooperate and confirm that he was safe.
Then I asked why he had finally returned.
He explained that Hannah’s grandmother had recently died and left her an apartment in our area. They had moved there a short time earlier.
They had also been struggling financially.
“I thought about asking you for help,” he admitted. “But I missed you, Mom. I wanted to see you again.”Track Pregnancy
