I moved closer. The old man turned at one point, but I ducked behind a tree before he spotted me.
I heard the door open.
“You said I should tell you if someone ever asked about the jacket…” the old man said.
He stopped outside an old, abandoned house.
I peeked around the tree.
When I saw who was standing in the doorway of that decrepit old house, I thought I might faint.
“Daniel!” I stumbled toward the door.
My son looked up. His eyes widened with fear.
A shadow moved behind Daniel. He glanced over his shoulder, back at me, then did the last thing I ever would’ve expected. He ran.
“Daniel, wait!” I picked up speed, sprinting past the old man and into the house.
A shadow moved behind Daniel.
A door slammed. I raced down the hall and skidded into the kitchen. I tugged the back door open just in time to watch Daniel and a girl race into the woods.
I raced after them, screaming his name, but they were too fast.
I lost them.
***
I drove straight to the nearest police station and told the desk officer everything.
“Why would he run from you?” he asked.
I lost them.
“I don’t know,” I said. “But I need you to help me find him before he disappears again.”
“I’ll send out an alert, ma’am.”
I took a seat. Every time the door opened, my whole body went rigid.
I kept asking myself the same questions on a loop: What if he’s already on a bus? What if he’s gone? What if that was my only chance?
Close to midnight, the officer walked over to me.
“I need you to help me find him before he disappears again.”
“We found him. He was near the bus terminal. They’re bringing him in as we speak.”
A wave of relief crashed over me. “And the girl who was with him?”
“He was alone.”
They brought Daniel into a small interview room.
I didn’t realize I was crying until I felt it on my face. “You’re alive. Do you have any idea how worried I’ve been? And when I finally found you… Why did you run from me?”
He looked down at the table. “I didn’t run from you.”
“And the girl who was with him?”
“Then what—”
“I ran because of Maya.”
And then he told me everything.
In the weeks before Daniel disappeared, Maya had confided in him. She told him that her stepfather had been getting increasingly quick-tempered and unpredictable. He yelled and broke things nearly every evening.
“She said she couldn’t stay there anymore,” Daniel said. “She was scared.”
And then he told me everything.
“I met him, I think. I went to her house to ask if she knew what had happened to you, and a man answered the door. He told me Maya was staying with her grandparents.”
Daniel shook his head. “He lied.”
I slumped back in my chair. “All this time… but why didn’t she tell a teacher? And what’s this got to do with you running away?”
“He lied.”
“She didn’t think anyone would believe her, and I… I didn’t know what else to do.” Daniel’s face crumpled. “She came to school that day with a bag already packed. She told me she was going that afternoon. I tried talking her out of it, but she wouldn’t listen.”
“So you went with her.”
“I couldn’t let her go alone, Mom. I wanted to call you so many times.”
“Why didn’t you?”
“I didn’t know what else to do.”
“Because I promised Maya I wouldn’t tell anyone where we were.” He swallowed. “She thought if anyone found us, they’d send her back.”
“And today, when you saw me?”
“I was scared the police would find her.”
I ran my hands over my hair. “Okay… okay. But what about that old man? He said you told him to tell you if anyone asked about the jacket.”
“I promised Maya I wouldn’t tell anyone where we were.”
He looked down. “I thought… if someone ever recognized it… maybe they’d know I was alive.”
I stared at him. “You wanted me to find you?”
He shrugged. “I don’t know. Maybe. I promised Maya I wouldn’t tell, but… I didn’t want you to think I was gone forever. I never told her that I did that. She would’ve thought I’d betrayed her.”
A few days later, the police found Maya. Once the officers spoke to her privately, the truth came out in full. An investigation was opened. Her stepfather was removed from the house, and Maya was placed in protective care.
For the first time in a long while, she was safe.
A few days later, the police found Maya.
A few weeks later, I stood in the doorway of my living room and watched the two of them on the couch. They were watching a movie on TV. A bowl of popcorn sat between them. They looked like normal kids.
I had spent almost a year believing my son had vanished into the world, that he had left without a word, without looking back. But my son hadn’t run away. At least, not the way anyone assumed.
He had stayed beside someone who was afraid, in every city and every shelter and every cold, abandoned building, because he was the kind of boy who couldn’t let someone go alone.
He was also the kind of boy who gave away his jacket as a sign for someone who loved him to follow.
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