“How?” Aaron asked.
“We force them to come to us,” I replied.
“We should ask them what happened.”
The next day, I returned to the bank and spoke to the branch manager.
“I want to initiate closure proceedings on this account,” I said.
He frowned. “That may trigger immediate alerts to anyone currently using it.”
“Good.”
He studied me for a second, then nodded once. I handed over all the documents I’d carried from one institute to another when I handled my son’s affairs ten years ago.
***
Three days later, there was a knock at the front door.
“That may trigger immediate alerts to anyone currently using it.”
The man on my porch looked older and smaller than how I remembered my son, but it was undoubtedly him. Laura stood half a step behind, thinner than I remembered, eyes darting.
“So, it’s true. You are alive,” I said.
Behind me, all seven of them had gathered. I could feel them there without turning.
