Tears went down my chin and splashed on the last page I read. I turned to look at Daine, who looked like he was disconnected from the world.
"I'm sorry." I said and I honestly meant it.
He took the notebook.
I don't blame you... I tried before... blaming you, but...
"Daine, listen to me." I said firmly. "That baby was me. I turned out to be a girl, not a boy like Omar wanted. I was the one that should have stayed, not you. I'm so sorry."
Omar just wanted to keep something from Mom for her to come back, but she didn't.
Quickly, more tears began to come out. I covered my face with my hands. I couldn't see Daine without feeling guilty. Suddenly, I felt arms wrapping around my body. Daine was hugging me. He stopped and took my hands away from my face – his notebook in front of me.
Why would I be mad when you're the only one that came back? At least, to see if I'm still here.
"No, I did not just come to see if you were here. I did not even know you were here and now that I see how you are leaving, I want you to come with me. We can fix this, Daine. This life of fear you're leaving in. The police will help us.
His shook his head and wrote in his notebook.
Omar has friends in the town's police station. Nobody will ever believe two kids, and even if they did, they wouldn't do anything against their friend.
"Then, let's leave." I said determined. "Let's get out of this town. Tonight."
He turned his face to his notebook and was about to write something, but I stopped him.
"Whatever you write is not going to change my mind. I am not leaving you here."
"Is that a yes?" I asked intrigued.
He nodded again in approval.
"Yes" I whispered while clenching my fists in front of me. I was already in planning mode.
"Alright, do you have anything you want to take with you?" I asked.
He pointed at the cardboard box. He got it and opened it again for the second time and took a letter out of it. I opened it and he pointed the flashlight at it for me to read it.
March 16th, 1994
How are you? I hope you're okay. We are doing fine, I guess. We are still upset with Maline, because of what she did to you. I know what you're thinking, that we haven't gone to get you yet. Maline is afraid of going since our brother was born dead. We're sorry for giving you the news in a letter instead of in person and really late, but there is no other way for us to give them to you. Don't worry about anything, will go and get you soon, just have a little patience. Maline has been depressed for what happened with the baby although that happened two years ago. She even took a vacation without us and went to the city of Shrugwood. We stayed with a neighbor, as always. We promise we'll write you soon, although we have to keep it a secret from Maline because it would be bad for her health to know we have contact with you. Just keep the hopes up and don't forget that you do have a family.
Fliss and Jake.
I checked the envelope and looked at the sender's information, but it didn't have any. Although, it did had something that gave us a clue of where they were. A stamp. The same stamp that was on my letter's envelope – the one my mother sent me.
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