“The number,” she said slowly. “We used to log calls. I don’t have records now, but I remember—it was local.”
I knew who she had called.
I thanked her and left.
When I got home, Mom was in the kitchen.
“Where did you go?” she asked.
I placed Adele’s diary on the table.
“To find out what happened.”
Her hands froze.
“She didn’t just disappear,” I said. “She planned to leave.”
Silence.
“She made a call that morning.”
Mom’s face tightened.
“She called you, didn’t she?”
Her expression broke.
“She heard what Dad said about her being a burden… and adopted.”
“I didn’t know she was listening,” Mom whispered.
“But she was,” I said.
Tears streamed down her face.
“She called me,” she admitted. “Asked if it was true.”
“And you told her?”
She nodded.
“I told her we brought her home as a baby. That it didn’t change anything.”
“But it did,” I said quietly.
“She said if it didn’t matter, your father wouldn’t have said it like that.”
The silence was heavy.
“She said she needed space,” Mom continued. “Just a few days. She said she’d call when she was ready to come home.”
“And she never did.”
For 35 years, we had been asking the wrong question.
We thought something had been done to her.
But Adele had chosen to leave.
Maybe she was trying to find herself.
I ran my fingers over the worn diary.
“My sister didn’t leave because she didn’t care,” I said softly. “She left because she thought she didn’t belong.”
My mother broke down completely.
Years of silence finally shattered.
I let her cry.
Because for the first time, this didn’t feel like an ending.
It felt unfinished.
Still alive.
“We may not know where she is,” I said. “But we know why she left. And I don’t know if I’ll ever forgive you… or Dad.”
Mom pleaded through tears, explaining his stress, their struggles, his regret.
But it didn’t matter anymore.
“Adele is still gone,” I said. “And now so is Dad.”
I looked at her.
“This changes everything between us.”
I walked away.
For the first time in decades, I had found the truth.
But somehow, it felt like I had lost both parents in the process.
I stayed for the funeral.
And then I left.
And I never came back.
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