A woman named Rachel, with the same address, had given birth to a baby boy several months after Daniel died.
My hands went cold.
There was no father listed. But… why?
For a moment, I told myself it still proved nothing.
I sat completely still.
Then I read the baby’s full name.
His middle name was Daniel.
I sat completely still.
The maternity photographs had shocked me. That name nearly broke me.
Daniel had died before his child was born. But someone had made sure his name survived.
It took me less than an hour to find Rachel after that.
“I’m Daniel’s mother.”
Her surname had changed, but the old address connected enough dots that I eventually found a current profile.
I stared at her picture for a long time before sending a message.
“My name is Nora. I’m Daniel’s mother. I recently found photographs of you and my son from 1999. I would very much like to speak with you.”
